Gone. No goodbye hugs. No farewell smile.
Just gone.
Just gone.
The heartstrings of a teacher are tugged often. It is those times when they are pulled tightly that ache with a pain that is palpable. This child of mine, a student, has moved to a new school ~ moved on...away...with no closure. There are many children who have shared my classroom over the years. All are so very special, yet some leave their marks a bit more indelibly than others. For reasons I will not share, this child was one of those students. I'll be thinking about this little one for a long, long time. I'll wonder, and worry, and hope, and pray. Oh, dear God, please take care of this child. Please.
“The child must know that he is a miracle, that since the beginning of the world there hasn't been, and until the end of the world there will not be, another child like him.” ~Pablo Casals
“I've come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element in the classroom. It's my daily mood that makes the weather. As a teacher, I possess a tremendous power to make a child's life miserable or joyous. I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration. I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal. In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis will be escalated or de-escalated and a child humanized or de-humanized.” ~Dr. Haim Ginott
May others in your little life echo these sentiments.
May others in your little life echo these sentiments.
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