Last day of the school year.

So many spend all year counting down to it,

some don’t even notice it creeping up because they’re caught up with their work,

and very few dislike it.

I am one of the very few.

As excited as I may be about getting my new class in September (another class whom I worked with in Year 3), I hate goodbyes in the best of scenarios, and this class in particular will be hard to let go. Today I have literally waved (and hugged) goodbye to a part of my life. It might seem ridiculous, or maybe even creepy to some, the idea of children being so close to my heart,

but the perception of others is irrelevant.

These 30 children helped me to settle into a job, an entire environment, that I was completely new to. They were kind, helpful, and in some cases hilarious, which made getting accustomed to my role much easier.

These last 4 years I have seen them grow up so much, some more than others, and it will genuinely leave a gaping hole now that they are going.

I’m rambling.

I brought in a shirt for them all to sign, I failed in my attempts to remain tear-free.

Does that make me overly-sensitive? A pansy in the eyes of those who consider themselves the Alpha males of my generation?

If so i’m fine with that.

I love my job and I love these kids. They light up my life in a way many my own age fail to do because they’re too caught up with their own agendas…whereas all these children want to do is be your friend and show you love.

No wonder we are called to come like little children.