This year just flew on by, and I'm painfully aware of the fact that I started the year with such hopes and optimism, telling everyone at the first faculty meetings of our adoption plans and how my phone would have to be on all the time, justincase...and nothing has changed. Well, we've had opportunities, but we still do not have parenthood. It's frustrating, and a little embarrassing.
I will miss my kids. I mean, I miss them every year, but I feel like I made some extra special connections this year.
This week means saying goodbye, and I am trying to do it in a way that lets them know just how special they are to me (but in a noncreepy way of course).
Thursday I give out my books to my Reading Class -- a book hand picked for each of them, based on what they liked throughout the year and with the hope that in receiving a book especially chosen for them that is inscribed with a personalized message that maybe, MAYBE they will read at least one book over the summer as they head to high school and don't have as much independent reading requirement. Which is sad, because more and more unless they have to, so many kids aren't reading. It makes me deeply troubled and very sad, but I hope that even in the tiniest way I have planted a seed in them that will germinate and sprout and flower if not now, then sometime down the line.
|This year's books for this year's group. I have never read so many basketball AND soccer books in a year. I hope they love the books as much as I loved picking them out!|
It's hard to say goodbye, both to a whole school year and all my students. It's great to see them move on, to have another year under my belt. And I do have summer to look forward to...filled with time to read and relax and recharge for the whole new year and set of students to come. It's a beautiful cycle.
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