The days are speed racing. There is the part of me that is counting down and another part that keeps assigning projects, because maybe if I do, the days won't end. I don't want to say goodbye to these big kids I do love so. It's not goodbye, I know, but it is, and I know that too.
I've packed my classroom up many times in the last nine years, but there was always a new classroom to unpack. New shelves to fill, new posters to create...
This is my choice and I know this. I know that it doesn't mean I'll never unpack the boxes again or that if I decide to unpack them at home, it doesn't mean I'm not a teacher or teaching.
The big kids and I have cried and next week more tears will fall I'm sure. But I'm trying to remember that although sometimes my sadness wants to blanket me and keep me warm in its teary embrace, there are graduates to celebrate. Two I have taught for six years! And all four who are so deserving and will go on to do great things in this world.
There are vacations to see grandparents, beaches, and a little cousin named Sam. There are so many ideas that need to be written down when Time, who will be visiting soon, is present, beautiful classes to facilitate, and best of all... a Clark and a Sophie to just be with for not one month or two, but for an indefinite amount of time.