as i sat and prepared for the first day of school i kept flashing back to this same time last year.
i had just become dog mom to daisy, i was terrified about living alone so i slept with most of the lights on (still do), and i could not stop sweating. the sweating was constant. i think about the person i was last year. how horrified i was about all the things that could go wrong but equally thrilled about all of the things that could go right. as i sat last night and thought about today i found myself nostalgic about what i had last year. what i learned. what we learned. i'll miss those kids. the ones i taught everything i know. the ones who had to move on. i'll miss their smiles. i'll miss their silliness. i'll miss their great big brains and even bigger hearts. i take comfort in knowing that just because my kids get bigger and grow older they never stop being my kids. my students. my friends. i think perhaps that's the most beautiful part of teaching. through the years i hope to have many classes. many nuggets. many new friends. but i will never have another "first class." and there is no group of students in the world who could replace those kids or the hand prints they left on my heart. i'm so very thankful for that. to my students moving on, thank you. and to my new students, welcome. i can't promise perfection but i can certainly promise intrigue. bring it on, year two. xo, miss d
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