Every end of the school year leaves me feeling drained both physically and mentally. I daydream about easier career paths and vacations and traveling. My whole family feels the affects of my mental absence at the end of the year and are probably as thankful as I am for me to have a break. Jack has particularly needed mommy this weekend, which is strange for him since he is so independent. I even napped this afternoon and I never nap unless I am running a fever. After my nap, my head started to clear and I started to see the piles of clutter in my house, reminders of the frantic pace of the last couple of weeks. I didn't want to tackle them, but I really hate clutter. One pile on my counter was thank you cards. Some were from Cubbies, some were from teacher appreciation week, and others were from the last day of school. I had barely glanced at them as I received them since I was preoccupied with other things. Before throwing out the pile of them, I sat down and started to carefully read through each one. The words were so kind and complimentary of me and the work that I have done over the passed year. Some of the words really stood out to me.
You are appreciated much more than you know!
I can honestly say _____ loves you two (my partner teacher and me).
Thank you for all your hard work and for sharing God's love each week with these little ones.
Thank you for teaching with your heart and expecting only the best from your students.
It's so nice to have a place where ______ looks forward to going to, and where he comes home singing all the songs he's learned and sharing his craft and story with us.
I will miss you. I had a "grate" year.
I got choked up as I read all of these kind words and my heart was full. I needed this encouragement today. I needed the reminder that what I do is so important to these little ones and that my teaching affects all of these kids. I loved hearing that my little Cubbies went home and sang the songs and could retell the stories. Our crafts that we took the time to plan out were important to them. I swelled with pride as I read about the growth the parents noticed in their students and that they appreciated all that I did at work each day. These kind words meant the world to me today and reinvigorated me to keep going and to keep teaching at school and at church. I love all the little lives that I've been able to touch this year and I'm so glad that I have made a difference for them and their families. I put all of these sweet notes back in a basket so that whenever I'm feeling down about teaching again, I can read through them and remember why I'm doing this.