I wasn’t one of those moms who cried the day she sent her kid off to kindergarten. I was excited about the adventure that I knew was ahead for Sean. I expected joy and it has been delivered in abundance.
But now that the school year is about to come to an end, I am beginning to feel a twinge of sadness, maybe the same sort of sadness that the other mothers felt in the fall. I am not ready for this sweet season of half day school to come to an end. For the past three years, we’ve enjoyed living in a small, safe bubble at this school and now that bubble is about to burst. And I’ve got my fingers in my ears waiting for the inevitable pop.
The leaving is so hard. If only we could just stay a little longer, we surely would.
We’ve been visiting a lot of schools lately as we try to figure out where to send Sean for 1st grade. So yesterday, after we got home from school I told Sean about the school we had visited that day and how we really liked the 1st grade teacher.
“But I really like the teacher I have now,” he said. He quietly dropped his chin to his chest and made that long face he makes when he is trying not to cry. He tried to blink back the tears but they rolled down his cheeks anyway.
I didn’t have any wisdom to offer him, so I just reached across the table and touched his hand.
He wiped the tears from his face with is forearm. “Wouldn’t it be nice if the teacher always went with you?” he whispered.
I nodded. I pulled him across the table and into my lap.
And I thought to myself that a good teacher always goes with you, in some small way, wherever you go.