There’s something quieting about leaving the school I work out, knowing it's shutting down.
Is the realization that I might not ever see some of my kids again?
Is it the chance of not returning to this work field?
Is it entering the unknown, from all my previous work experience, to possibly a bigger ocean (I’m nervous to swim in)?
Is it all the memories I hold, helping to shape kids’ lives?
Is it letting go of being part of all the fragile, important lives, I have come to cherish?
Each and every day… being there for them when they cry… correcting them, like a caring father, when they get out of line… encouraging them in their victories… seeing a side of their daily activites (that even some parents won’t see)… and most of all, making their day a better one.
I'll miss being able to make school something they look forward to.
From the kids that I first met, to the newest additions enrolled, I shall miss them all. I still remember meeting the first ones. Evan. Faith. Isaiah. Rachel. Cameron. Hmm. A season I’ll never forget.
It’s almost a bleak feeling, wondering if things will ever be the same as they once were. The correct answer? No, things will never be the same… no matter where I go.
Everything changes, yet, one thing still remains: the certainty of a new horizon.
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