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?”
“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.