May is getting ready to close it’s doors, so if I don’t move fast I may get my fingers slammed in the hinges. By now we’ve been learning, growing, creating, loving, coping, flipping, dabbing and figeting together for nearing on 180 days. We have had nine students move on from us and seven find their way into our classroom family. We are tired and ready for a break but not really ready to let go.
I know this is true because all the tell-tale signs are there: anxiety is up, hugs are constant, new “behaviors” have popped up, and some students have flat-out asked to be held back so they can stay with me. Change is hard. I try to remind them how scared they were to come to fourth grade and leave their favorite teacher. “But now YOU are my favorite teacher!” they argue. Here’s a secret I tell them, “You will find your favorite teacher every year.”
I think they have figured out that I don’t relish letting them go. Hugs are longer and tighter, and the “pep talks” are given with more gravity and misty eyes. I have to trust I did everything I could for them this year academically and social-emotionally, that their tool box is packed. I hope that no matter where they end up, back on our campus or on a new adventure, they look back on fourth grade as a great year and their teacher as someone who loved them and always wanted the best for them.
Four more days of memories to make, then I have to let them go.