It is already February! I am having great difficulty believing it! And today Phil saw his shadow!! How depressing--6 more weeks of bad weather! I am ready for a good snow or SPRING!! I am tired of the YUCK!! The children want to get outside and run and play. Keeping them inside is definitely no fun.
When February comes, I have to stop and start taking stock. Are these kids almost ready for first grade? Can I, in good conscience, send them up to first grade without blocks, dress-up, and sharing time? Will they be able to sit and work independently for longer stretches of time? Are they ready to go all day without a hug from me? Do they know all they need to know? After I have mulled it over for a while and I know they do or they will by May, I get down to the real problem in my head, can I let go of them in May? Can I go without that hug everyday? Can I go without hearing about the puppy or the horse or the little baby brother? Am I ready to let another teacher get to know your child as well as I do? Do I want someone else to be the target of the love and affection I have been receiving? No, I don't but I know I must. And I will. But I won't like it one bit.
I will treasure these next 4 months. I will listen to every story and I will remember. I will treasure each hug and I will remember. I will steal hugs next year and I will steal conversations with your child. I will stay connected. I want to hear about your child years from now. I want a graduation invitation and a wedding invitation and a baby shower invitation. I want to hear good news and I want to hear unfortunate news. I want to help when I can and pray when I can't. I want to celebrate for your child.
I am not a native of Woodruff or even SC. It is the one place I never saw my self living. It is funny how your plans are not always God's plans. I am rooted here. I have students and students' children I keep in contact with. I respect them and I am proud to be a part of the community. I want to thank you for sharing your children with me and making me a part of your family.
Princess Lipscomb