School is out. I am officially on vacation. I need this time to unwind and I deserve every free minute of it. My watch is hiding in a drawer, the alarm clock is off, I've stashed the school teacher clothes in a box and broke out all the shorts, tees and tanks. I'm making a list of a million fun things I want to do. I am one happy camper!
But. (Why is there ALWAYS a but? Why can't life just be simple?) As I was saying. But, all this comes with a price: I had to let all my precious kindergarten babies grow up into first graders. I try to console myself. Yes, I'll get to see them next year at recess. Yes, they'll come back and visit us. But (again!), it'll never be the same. I'll never have those lovely smiling faces each day. They will grow tall and lose more teeth and learn to read and practice jump-rope and learn new songs and improve their handwriting and add new journal entries and I won't be there to enjoy every second of it.
Why can't those adorable little babies who enter our classroom each September turn into gangly, evil-tempered brats that we would be glad to see leave? Instead I looked around with only ten more minutes of kindergarten left and thought that they were just as cute on Day 180 as they were on Day 1.
It doesn't help to know that next September a whole new crop of younguns will arrive and steal my heart again.
I love you, boys and girls! I miss you already! I feel as sad as Nikki's monkey.
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