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Last days

Pulling sticky tacked posters off the wall......putting away books full of curriculum back on the shelf...... hours of entering grades and filling out several spreadsheets and filing.

The hustle and bustle of the end of the year has officially settled in. Within a few days, kids will skip out of the school building doors with huge smiles, summer plans and carefree fun on their minds.  And the teachers are often feeling the exact same way on that last day, if we are being completely honest. However, contrary to what many people may believe to be true of teachers at the end of the school year...there is always an element of sadness for me as I close the chapter on each class of kindergarteners.

In the craziness of the end being in sight, it is so easy to let the busyness steal the true joy of this time with my students. My word for the school year has been “intentional.”  It’s written outside my classroom door as a reminder and it has caused me to reflect often on how to focus my time and energy.  So as I finish this year it again has me thinking....how am I being intentional as a teacher even in the midst of the chaos of the last days?  I am finding it to look a little like this.

Stopping more. Intentionally stopping to take in the little faces in front of me.  Intentionally stopping what I’m doing to focus on these amazing people in the making and to be grateful for the time I’ve had to watch them grow.  Stopping to enjoy their personalities, their quirks, and their gifts. This has been a challenge for me....but oh so rewarding. Teaching is so very hard...but these moments bring me right back to my reason for being here in this classroom. ❤️ Many prayers and hugs to all my teacher friends in their final days. Take time to stop and enjoy these kids even during these crazy days. This exact group of little people will never again be here with you. ❤️

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  1. What a great challenge for all of us as educators...be intentional. Lovely!

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