Tomorrow is the official end of our school year. We’re wrapping up our testing, and I’m grateful that so far it’s gone smoothly- a totally different experience than we had last year. I hate testing. I know there is a need for it to some degree, but I always feel like it presents such a limited view of my kids that it actually stresses me out quite a bit when we’re going through it.
I’m savoring these warm, summer-like days. We’ve been to our favorite beach twice already over the last couple of weeks. As much as I’m looking forward to the real start of summer, I’m a little hesitant to see this school year end. In a few short months, I will be watching as all of my kids (except the baby of course!) head off to start a new school year no longer as my students. After lots of thinking and praying, we’ve decided to enroll them back at our parish school. I have a lot of wild emotions about this right now and there’s not much hope of me typing them out in a coherent manner – but I am pretty certain of a couple things: first- change is scary but usually leads to growth, second- nothing is permanent, third- I’m going to miss sharing my days with them (I’m totally certain about that one!) Of course, there were many days when I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders and sending them off to someone else’s classroom sounded positively dreamy. But looking at these past four years from a wider angle, I can say for sure that they were good. Very good, I think. That’s about as coherent as I can be about this subject right now.