Closing of the School Year

Today marked the 11th time that I have ended a school year with a group of students. Ten of those years, I have been with first graders. I'm not going to lie, I have a tough job. Sometimes I lose my patience, sometimes I have a hard time keeping my cool when kids seem not to be listening to a word I say. Sometimes, I get frustrated.

However, today was the close of my teaching career at my current school. It's bittersweet although God has given me great clarity that I am doing the right thing, not only for me, but for my family as well.

I wasn't going to cry, and I didn't until it was time for buses. That's when he cried. He looked at me, hugged me for at least the millionth time this school year, and began crying that he was going to miss me and that he loved me. I lost it right then and there. He pulled my heart strings.

Yes, my job is tough, but that moment was one that helped me know that I do make a difference, even when I feel daily like I have failed. God has closed one door in my life, but I look forward to new doors that are being opened.



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