What do teachers worry about at the end of the year… well, other than the next year?
I know that you put each and every one of my seventeen students specifically with me. Each of us were paired with a purpose. When they were born, you knew I would be there second grade teacher. I have taught. Retaught. Assessed. And reassessed. I have cried. I have laughed. I have comforted. I have listened to their stories, their needs, and their wants. I have consoled their hurt feelings and put bandaids on boo boos.
I have prayed over them, by name, every day on my way to work. I have done all that I can do. The rest is up to you. Their futures. The paths they will take. The friends they will choose. I’ve made my impact this year. Whether academically, or emotionally. I’ve done what I can to help the little people that you entrusted me with this school year.
I’ve done my best. I’ve gone in everyday with the mindset to please you. You are the ultimate reason. Help my doubt god. When I start to question. Did I do enough? Did I spend my time wisely? Did I spend too much time on this or not enough time on that? Are they better now than they were before they were mine.
Thank you for this year. These last 20 days. Every success, small or big. Make me wiser for the kids that I will have next year. May I influence and grow them even more. After all, I am still a student myself.
When adversity comes lord, may I take it blissfully with a smile and move on accordingly. May I celebrate this year and all of the years to come.
My job is not just a job. It is the future. It is with grace that I carry the responsibility of so many little lives.
For Once they are my students, they are my kids.