i knew this day would get here sooner or later
the one where i get all misty (i've warned you lots and lots about these happenings)
except this time it's not over my own children (so-to-speak)
before i became a mother, a real mother that is...
i had this other family
these other kids
that i dotingly referred to as my own.
they were called MRS. LLOYD'S 3RD GRADE CLASS
and i loved them.
they were my first-ever class.
the first minds i would get to help mold.
the first report cards i would write.
the first little people i would have the privilege to watch grow up.
here are some things i remember:
i remember breaking eggs on the first day of school.
teaching them that our words and our actions are synonymous with breaking eggs.
that we have to take care of how we use our words.
how we treat our friends.
because breaking an egg is messy, hard to put back together,
and can never be fully repaired.
so take care in the first place.
i remember fun-fridays and purposely stacking the minutes earned so that we could
do something really cool.
did they really think getting their backpacks zipped up and their tables cleaned off should earn them 15 extra fun-friday minutes?
come on.but cooking pancakes in the classroom was hysterical.
and having a water balloon party was pretty top-notch too.
i remember practicing for the pine-needle festival.
and being so sick of whatever poem we did that i never wanted to hear it again.
i don't even remember what it was called... i've blocked it out.
but we had fun, right?
i remember bribing a field trip to my parent's coffee shop
if we could master counting change.
they were masters at the cash register.
and official hot chocolate professionals.
and...i remember the last day of school.
the lump in my throat.
i remember their first day of fourth grade,
and me crying in the teacher's room watching them play on their new playground.
(serious issues here people...i'm a crier...if i'm happy, sad, or even super excited. it's how i roll)
i remember seeing them at a soccer game and being greeted with the same ole' "HEY MRS. LLOYD!!"
and how it warmed my heart that they hadn't forgotten me.
i remember thinking that the song "I Hope You Dance" was popular on the radio
at the time and it reminded me of them.
i remember signing my resignation papers two years later, after Macy was born so that I could stay home to be her mama and wondering if I would ever want to teach again.
i remember the first time i had a friend request on facebook from a former student and
how suddenly my role had shifted.
i remember being outgrown.
(they were practically taller than me as 3rd graders, so it didn't take too long, really.)
i remember thinking that reminiscing about my first 3rd grade class growing up would be
and that people would think i was silly.
who gets misty over their old students?
because they were more than just my students.
they were a part of my family.
so think i'm silly all you want.
i've decided it doesn't bother me.
because, really...how lucky am i that i was affected by them too?
how lucky to have such happy memories...
and now...to see them growing up.
people who will affect and change the world.
people i cheer for.
tonight i was a spectator at our local high school basketball game.
3 of my prior students took to the court tonight.
2 of them seniors.
i sat in the stands and screamed and cheered and felt super-super proud of their efforts.
i felt like i was watching celebrities as i whispered to Macy (he was in my 3rd grade class!)
so if you're reading this class,
know that you left quite an impression with me.
you mattered to me.
and you still do.
i feel lucky to have taught you,
humbled to watch you grow,
and happy to see what talents and gifts you offer to the world.
so, i offer early congratulations to the class of 2012.
this tassle-turning event is special to my heart.
and, at the risk of sounding uber-cheesy (because you know i am)....
...i hope you dance.