Tuesday, June 14, 2011

A Bittersweet Time for a Teacher ...

I graduated off another class of sweet kinder kids yesterday. :(
And worse than that, I watched my very first kindergarten class graduate from 8TH GRADE on Friday!  
How I got to be old enough to have 8th graders graduating is beyond me .... but apparently, it is a reality.  

It is such an AMAZING gift, teaching kindergarten.  
The growth that is made from September to June is unbelievable.  Not only do they grow physically, but emotionally, academically, and socially.  
And getting to be in the very middle of all that growing and learning is such a special privilege!  

In many cases, I get to be the first person to teach them to read, the first person to teach them to add and subtract, the first person to take them on a field trip, the first person to give them an award, and the first person to teach them super silly songs like the Tooty Ta! 
How COOL is that!?

This poem sums it up so well ...

Whose Child Is This?

"Whose child is this?" I asked one day
Seeing a little one out at play
"Mine," said the parent, with a tender smile
"Mine to keep a little while
To bathe his hands and comb his hair
To tell him what he is to wear
To prepare him that he may always be good
And each day do the things he should."

"Whose child is this?" I asked again
As the door opened and someone came in
"Mine," said the teacher with the same tender smile
"Mine, to keep for just a little while
To teach him how to be gentle and kind
To train and direct his dear little mind
To help him live by every rule
And get the best he can from school."

"Whose child is this?" I asked once more
Just as the little one entered the door
"Ours," said the parent and the teacher as they smiled
And each took the hand of the little child
"Ours to love and train together
Ours this blessed task forever."

Every year, by the end of the year, I refer to the kids as "MY kids" - and I think of them that way!  
I said yesterday at my graduation that I used to think once I had my own children, I would get less attached to my kinder kids every year .... that I would love each class less than I did pre-Lucy.  
But oddly, that is not the case!  It is actually the opposite!?  
Something I can't really explain .... but regardless, I know that this time of the year is VERY hard for me.  Saying goodbye to my sweeties every year is so tough!  
Thank goodness they'll just be down the hall next year. :-)


  1. As a retired teacher, I understand what you mean. I've always said I became a better teacher after I had my own children. Then I understood how special each child was to their parents and how much pressure is on them as well.

  2. Awww, I loved this post. I can see why you feel more attached since you had Lucy and this is bc you now have a mother's heart.:)

    Enjoy the summer, teacher.....:)

  3. Does that mean you are DONE for the summer!! YAY!!! I'll bet you DO get attached to those little cuties! And they are probably as sad to say goodbye to you!

  4. Awww, Cuzzie-poo. I thought about you a lot yesterday!

  5. My goodness! Your post just made me tear up! I feel that way as well about my classes. I have not been teaching as long as you have, but I get very attached to "my" kiddos throughout the year as well. I was actually at the park yesterday with my daughter and neice, and one of my former K-kids was there. She ran up to me and told me that she remembered when it was her special day and we wrote a story about her. It made me tear up to think back to her class and that time. Being a teacher is definatly similar to being a mom of 24 kiddos for 9 months each year. What a touching poem..thanks for sharing!

  6. I so get this. It's always bittersweet. The bright side, Happy Summer!

  7. Very Sweet Bec! I wish we lived in your school district so you could be Diego's kindergarten teacher! I only hope the one he gets will be as kind and loving as you!

  8. Awww, I know exactly what you mean about bittersweet. I've taught for several years as well (5th grade, pre-K, and special needs) and it's amazing how attached you get to your kiddos.

    However, I HATE tooty ta!!! Anything but that!

  9. as a former teacher I know exactly what you mean. And now that I'm a momma I think about the kind of teachers I want my babies to have...what a sweet poem. From the moment God blesses us with our children our job is to train them to leave us! Bittersweet :) wouldn't trade it for the world!!!


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