Perhaps there is something in saying goodbye. The word itself has become practically meaningless. We say it glibly, to every passing person, without realising the immense gravity of the word. Surely, we do not mean "goodbye" when we say it to our friends, for we are to meet them again in a few short hours or days... would it not be more correct to say "see you later"?
However, when I stood in front of my class today, saying that very word, I found that it held great meaning indeed. It is in fact an end to what has been a wonderful year long journey.
It is a goodbye to early morning coffee and conversation in the warmth of my homeroom, with cackling laughter to start off the day. It is a goodbye to my meticulously checking my kids for their barely legal sock length and Thai-dancer-like fingernails. It is a goodbye to being able to say something useful and practical into their lives.
It is a goodbye to family.
Whilst wallowing in my sentimental reverie, I become acutely aware of the privilege I have had the honour of having. I've been the "custodian" over 40 brilliant kids, whose potential far surpasses mine, and whose future each brim with great and wonderful things :) Add to that another 40 on their threshold of adulthood, each beginning to realise the expanse of their potential.
I am blessed by all of them, and I can only hope that I, in turn, have blessed them :)
Surely... I will miss you all.
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