Today was the last day of school. Last days make my heart full. Especially when sitting next to a mountain of handmade cards and letters like this:
So I chuckle and sigh contented, knowing affirming words have not fallen on deaf ears. I can rest easy now, knowing that as students leave my door, they leave feeling loved and valued.
Sometimes you get to see the impact of pouring your heart out every. single. day. And when that happens, it can fill you up and take your breath away. These kids, these kids that are not mine, and yet somehow they are. I read a poem the other day and wanted to share it in honour of the teachers I know, the teachers I have had, and my colleagues, my friends.