A few days left of school, counting in days instead of weeks, counting in hours rather than units and you can hear the whispers in the corners.
“We will miss these kids…”
“Another great year…”
“They are ready…”
And we mean it as we plan our lessons, down to the very last day, and we try to continue the learning despite the energy, despite the crazy, despite the hint of summer in the air.
And we think of how far we have come, how much they have grown, how much we have grown, and we remember that what they will remember will probably not be the lessons we so meticulously planned. The grades they got. The homework they did. But the moments. The feeling. The little things that in the end became the big.
How we stood outside our doors greeting them every day.
How we smiled whenever we saw them.
How we asked what was the matter rather than assumed we knew.
How we asked others how we could be better and actually listened rather than felt judged.
How we took a moment when they needed a moment and how it paid off in the end.
How we told them we were glad they were here rather than tell them they were late.
How we tried to make it matter.
How we tried to make it meaningful.
How we asked them what we could do better and then actually did it.
How no matter the day, no matter our mood, our classrooms and our school was always ready for the child who showed up because that is the child we hoped would come.
And we vow to keep trying to reach that child that we haven’t quite reached until the very last day, until the very last moment.
We start our years with our hopes and our dreams. Our hearts ready to love. With worry and sometimes doubt that we can be what they need us to be. We start our years with lofty goals and new ideas, ready to make a difference.
And what do we end with?
A year filled with moments that shape us in ways we cannot even comprehend yet.
A year packed with learning that will only help us be better.
A year of opportunities to be something more than we started us. A year that hopefully taught us as much as we taught them – if we did it right.
And hearts that now hold the names of even more children who went from perfect strangers to be ours. Our kids. Our kids who we will miss even though they may forget our names. Even though they may forget our lessons. Even though they cannot wait for summer and are even counting down the days.
Who knew we had so much room to love?
Who knew we would be, already, to do it all over again?
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