Hidden Valley Waterfall

Hidden Valley Waterfall

Monday, June 11, 2012

I'm not ready yet

Every year, I get sad about saying good-bye to the kids. I've posted about this before. Well, today, it starting knocking loudly on my heart. We were enjoying some lego time at the end of the day and my one boy, whom I adore to the moon and back, came and sat in my lap. His last day is in two days, as they are heading to another country for visits. As I was holding him, him playing happily without a care in the world, I began to hurt. I will probably never see this little one again. I'll probably never know his fourth grade teacher to ask about him, as I have no idea what country he will even be in.  So, as I sat there, I took in every moment of him that I could. His smell, his laughter, the way he taps his feet along to music. This - having to say good-bye to children you may never see again - this is what makes international teaching much harder than being in one school back in the U.S.A.  I know, we have kids there that come and go as well, but when you are dealing w/families from around the world, not just around the county, you realize the differences.

So tomorrow, I'm going to hug on him some more, as well as the other precious tator tots in my room. I'm going to remind them all that they are my "big strong boys" and "pretty princesses". I'm going to allow them to play and laugh and enjoy the time they have left together. Because for most of us, it is good-bye for good.

1 comment:

  1. You may not be able to see him again, or hold him, but I'm pretty sure he will always remember you. There are some teachers that we always a hold dear. And I bet as good of a teacher as you are, he will always remember you. I'm sure you made a difference in his life. :o)