My daughter and I enjoy a nighttime routine. We giggle, watch TV, cuddle, and talk. We had just recently finished our big 100th day of School celebration, so this was fresh on my mind. I think all of us teachers breathe a collective sigh of relief when we hit the 100th day. It’s kinda like the hump day of the school year. We’ve finished the uphill climb, the kids have gotten more independent, we’re finally seeing progress, and our blood-sweat-and-tears are paying off. I think we all secretly (or not so secretly) begin counting down the last 80 days…even if it’s in the form of an X on our planning calendar or a top secret sticky note we peek at in the corner of our top desk drawer.
80 days left…
79 days left…
78 days left…
I mistakenly pulled my little second grade daughter close and whispered, “Guess what? We only have 75 days of school left!” Then I grinned from ear to ear expecting her to follow suit. Instead, her milk chocolate eyes filled to the brim with tears and she quickly pulled the covers over her head, not wanting me to see her cry. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” I quickly asked. *Sniffle* “I’m just not ready to leave Mrs. Hazel. I only have 75 days left with Mrs. Hazel.”
Melt my heart. This girl isn’t counting down the days like I am because she can’t imagine not spending them with her creative, fun, loving, sweet, inspiring teacher, Mrs. Hazel.
I decided to adopt a new mindset. I won’t have a secret sticky note countdown in my desk drawer. I won’t X days off on my calendar. I won’t remind my students daily how many days are left.
I’ll soak up and treasure each day God gives me with these littles.
For some, I’m the mama they wish they had–the one who gives them rules to follow, the one who expects a lot out of them….but also the one who loves them unconditionally and tells them how proud of them I am. For some, our school lunches are the best meal they’ll have. They wake up each morning dreaming of the food they’ll get at school, not worrying about empty cupboards and penniless parents. For some, the lessons I spend countless hours preparing for are sheer magic that they can’t get enough of. Every day is the “best day ever” and they can’t wait to come back the next day to see what tricks I have up my sleeve.
We’ll pack every ounce of learning and fun and memory-making magic we can into these next 75 days.
And I’ll treasure EVERY.SINGLE.DAY.
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