I Hate Goodbyes

I really do. And I usually cry. Even when I will be seeing the person again. Pete now knows to expect me to cry after visiting my parents. After spending time with someone there is a hole left over when they aren't around.

That is how I felt today at school. It was our last day with kids at school. I know I will see some of them this summer, and I will see many of them again this fall. That didn't make saying goodbye any easier. I didn't cry, but it was sad. I'm going to miss those kids. I have lots of little holes today where those kids used to be.

Sometimes I am frustrated with my job, but when I am, it is always because of the grownups and never because of the kids. They've gotten taller, faster and smarter throughout the year. We've shared hugs and smiles and tears (well, the tears were all on their end because I don't cry much at work). I've helped them through some tough times, and as much as I didn't expect it, they've helped me through some tough times, too. It's been a privilege to spend time with them this year. Of course, there were some that it was more difficult to say goodbye to than others, but I can honestly say that I've enjoyed each and every one of them.

My wish for my kids is that they have a wonderful summer. That they get to go swimming and get grass stains on their clothes and go to Dairy Queen and just be kids.