Another school year has come to an end, and I can’t help but be thankful. What a year it’s been. Long and trying and demanding in ways teaching has never been before. Today is my first day at home and I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. I’m completely bushed. But in a day or two or three, reality will set in that I’m off for several weeks and a permanent smile will cover my face.
One of my little fellows said, “Mrs. Rackley, I’m happy and sad all at the same time.” It was our last day together, and his simple words brought tears to my eyes. It was nothing but pure, the words that slipped from his lips, and in that moment I felt just as he did. This little boy had become one of my children over the past 180 days. They all do, even the ones that make you want to pull your hair out. Somehow, they become your kids not just your students. For eight hours a day, they become your responsibility – yours to manage, love, teach, nurse, train, coddle when necessary, discipline when needed. It’s exhausting but it’s also fulfilling. When God asks me one day what I did with my life, I will be able to say I tried my best to love and guide children.
While I’m waiting for reality to set in, that yes, thank you Lord, I truly am off for the summer, a little voice in the back of my brain is whispering. It’s excited, it’s merrily jumping up and down waiting for me to acknowledge it. The voice chants, “Write, write, write! You’ll have more time to write.” And another voice squirms as it beckons, “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go! Let’s hit the road. Let’s travel and see and hear and breathe in something different for just a little while!”
I plan to listen to those voices very soon – just give me a day or two impatient ones! Soon I’ll be ready to write and dream and hit the road running. Summer is here!