The rest of the day was just spending time together, taking photos, and a goodbye ceremony that the students put on for us. We hugged. We gave gifts. We cried. It was crushing pain. When I am able I will post videos of there songs but for now here are some pictures.
As teachers we become invested in our students. A whole-hearted kind of investment. We try to know each one as well as we can so we can help them set goals, celebrate personal accomplishments, and help them know when they haven't tried their hardest. We become invested in their successes, their failures, their safety, their happiness... everything about their lives. They are our responsibility for at least 35 hours a week and the children of our hearts every minute of every day, holidays, weekends, and sleepless nights included. This kind of love is fruitful as we watch them grow, succeed, and eventually move on but it is also a painful love. Unavoidable heartbreak over and over again as we let them fly away. Honestly there are times in which I wonder if one can survive so much loss or if it will ever get easier. Every time you know you have helped them to become better, helped them to know more of who they are. However there is always a wish for more. Something you wish you could have done better, something you fear they will not hang on to... or fear of wrong turns and dark paths ahead. It seems impossible to have a student leave a neatly wrapped little package with no lose ends of ribbon, ready to be happily passed along with no more thought.
There are many things I do not know on this subject but I do know that in the case of students Shakespeare was right... "It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."