Today was an extremely emotional day for me. It was the last day of school for the kids, but it was also my last day as a teacher at my current school. After some soul searching a few months back, I made the very difficult decision to switch schools. My kids, both past and present, weren't too thrilled about this. They were so confused. So many of my past students (and even some that I don't even know) come by my room religiously every morning to say hey. This afternoon, each one of those kids stopped by my room before getting on the bus. They were crying uncontrollably, which of course led to my own flood of tears.
I'm so upset about having to leave these precious children. I know they don't get it. I reminded them of the mailing system within our district. I told them they can write me or send me drawings free of charge as long as they ask their teacher next year.
Yes, I'm an educator and I'm supposed to fill their brains with knowledge. But I also feel like a second mom to some of them. I'm aware of my place in some of their lives. I pray that I've left a lasting impression on my students. I pray that I've been a positive role model.
As MLK, Jr. said, "Faith is taking the first step even though you don't see the whole staircase." Here's to new beginnings and new adventures...