My chapter as a classroom teacher is closing.
Tomorrow will be my last day that I hold that title.
Part of me thought that I would retire with that title...
I'm sure I will eventually be able to honestly say that I'm happy about this change...
But today is not that day.
Today... today, I am overwhelmingly sad.
My room is bare - no more whimsical frogs.
All of the drawing and letters and pictures from kids accumulated from the past 8 years have been taken down.
Even with my room getting emptier and emptier by the day, it really didn't hit me that I was done until they called a third grade level meeting today... and I wasn't invited.
Then, Jennie (my student teacher - who is taking my place) had her mom come by to show her the room. Her mom started crying because she was just SO happy.
After Jennie introduced her mom to our students, one of my little girls, K, came up to me and said, "It was really nice that Miss S's mom came to meet us."
I smiled and nodded and said, "It was. Wasn't it?"
She then looked questioningly at me and asked, "Then why has your mom never came to meet us?"
It was innocent enough, but I still had to pause and swallow hard to be able to answer. "Because she is in heaven... I know if she were here though, she would have love getting to know you guys."
Man. If this wasn't hard enough.
That buried thought was immediately brought to the surface.
I turned... to give myself time. To allow the tears to blink back to where they belong. To catch my breath so I wouldn't drown in the emotions that wanted to overtake me.
Today, I am overwhelmingly sad.
Tomorrow, I can already tell you... I will be a complete and utter mess.
Well, I know that new things can't start until other things end... So here's to this beginning's end.
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