This afternoon, I called home to check on my kids after their last day of school. I spoke with my husband who said, “I felt kind of bad for Wren. She wasn’t coming down the steps after school, so I walked up. She was just standing there with tears coming down her face and her teacher’s arm around her.”
My mind flashed back to my last day of sixth grade, my own face full of tears, hugging my beloved teacher on the sidewalk in front of the school. I knew exactly what Wren was feeling…not wanting something good to end. Not wanting to say goodbye to the people that had become such a huge part of your life.
I write about this often, the impact of a teacher. It’s been so interesting and amazing to watch on the other side now, as a parent. Teachers and their relationships with their students are everything. At dinner, when Wren shared that she had cried a little at the end of the school day, I smiled. It’s ok to be sad when something you love comes to an end. I’m also grateful that my kids had the kind of school year and the kinds of teachers that they will miss. The mark of a great school year in my book.