Mostly my days are full of laughter, smiles, and hugs, but every so often something happens that just breaks my heart.

Today I had a substitute for the afternoon to do some (pretty amazing) professional work with my K-2 colleagues.  It was my first time out of the classroom and I tried not to make a big deal about it.  After I dropped the kids off for lunch, I nonchalantly told them I wouldn’t be in because of a meeting, that I’d miss them, and see them all tomorrow.

I made sure to touch base with a few of my needier kids to make sure they understood I was going to be out and that I expected them to behave for my sub just as they would for me.

When I sat down next to Ricky, he sat quietly as I explained my absence for the afternoon.  Then, with confused eyes, he looked up at me and said, “So you’re leaving the school?  You won’t be my teacher anymore?”

And cue my heart breaking.

“No!  I would never leave you or the school, I love you and the school!” I replied.

“I just have a meeting today, this afternoon only… I will see you in the morning, I promise,” I clarified.

He gave me a squeeze and I went on my way, reminded never to take my responsibility or role in these kids’ lives lightly.