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Letting Go

One of the things I love most about teaching is the close relationship that can develop between a student and myself.

Because my own babies are in college now and spend very little time at home, I thrive on the bonding that occurs in my classroom.

What is difficult, though, is when I have to say goodbye to my students.

There is a lot of transiency where I teach.

For various reasons, kids move.

Sometimes they transfer to other schools in the district.

Sometimes they enter my room and exit a few weeks later.

Later this week, I’ll say goodbye to a precious girl who has been a rock for me.  She’s in my most challenging class, and she’s served as the thermometer for how things are going…how I’m doing in that class.

She’ll be attending a school across town, but it won’t be the same.

Any day now..most likely next week though…I’ll walk into my classroom and not find another of my sweet girls.

She came to me because of very difficult circumstances.

The good news is that she’s going to be reunited with her father.

The bad news is that her bright smile will not light up my room, and I probably won’t know for sure until her name is removed from my roster.

That’s how quickly students disappear.

The second young lady made fast friends with one of the girls in my classes, and they are tight.

Little Ms. “D” and I will probably shed a tear or two together.

The feelings are so bittersweet.

I have to trust God, though, when He places these babies in my room.

They are with me for a season and for a reason.

Sometimes I know why.

Most often, I do not.

As much as I hope I enrich their time while they are with me, I am the first to admit that it is they who bless me during their stay.

My heart opens up a little more each time a student comes to me via unique circumstances.

I learn a little more about the world around me.

I learn a lot more about myself and my capacity to love.

I learn even more about trust, and how much it is a two-way street.

To these precious girls leaving my classroom soon, I wish you the best and want you to know that you will forever be one of my children.  I’ll be praying that God reveals His purposes for the things you are going through…the hard times you are enduring.

Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your world, even if it was only for a short time.

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