The hardest part of being a teacher is knowing that one day you will have to say goodbye to the children because it will be time for them to move on.

I remember my first year of teaching when my first class session was completed and it was time for goodbyes…. I could not stop crying. Was this how it was going to be every time? I would grow this incredible attachment and then they were gone???

Will they remember me?

I am given the gift of teaching and watching children grown from a very young age. This gift includes having patience, passion, and the ability to look at each child as an individual.

When a child starts my class from the time they leave, they have transformed from one stage of childhood into the next. I watch the changes and I am in awe all the time.

The child who I thought would never stop screaming, now has an amazing vocabulary. The child who once sat alone, has a following of friends that run to them when they enter the door.

I watch development happen before me and I know there is so much more I will not be there for.

Some of my families have been with me through many children, and I silently keep hoping they have more.

As time passes some families stay close by and some move farther away. We stay connected through social media and I am able to watch my students as they explore life and grow.

When my parents say, “my child will never forget you.” I smile because I know as time goes on the children do forget who that teacher was….. but what they will remember is that they were loved and taught with all my heart.

If they remember that they loved school…. than I will never be forgotten.