Kindergarten graduation, report cards, final records, room packing…exhausting.
Sorting the mountain of stuff that I brought home took a few more days.
Then I began to reflect.
What did we accomplish together, as a group of five-year-old bundles of energy
and a teacher starting a new chapter in her learning adventure?
What message did they leave with me and I with them?
I find myself thinking of them at night, unable to sleep with the wonderings of where they are.
Are they safe? Full? Happy?
Their smiles lit up days that could have been sunk by despair.
Their support of one another and of me, in the most unexpected moments,
gave me hope for their futures.
(My husband read this and said,"Are you rewriting history?!" My answer is no.
There were days covered with despair. There were days when I didn't know if
I could do it all again the next morning.)
For my part, yes, they (most of them) learned to read,
to solve math problems, to inquire/experiment/produce,
to give and share and wait.
But the message I most hope I wrote on their hearts is this:
You are loved.
You are unique.
You have something to offer this world.
You will never be forgotten.