This is quite possibly the first morning I've woken up on the last day of school and been completely filled with dread. Ive kept it together the last few days but yesterday every time I looked at Rock Star I started to tear up. When it was time to take her back to her main classroom and she told me she didn't want to go I really had to sing a silly song in my head to keep from crying. I love that girl so much. I have never seen a child change so drastically as she has. She is probably the essence of why I teach special education. Nothing else makes me question my move to the new school quite like saying goodbye to her does.
But we can do hard things. I can get through today. We will sing, dance, do some art, read some books, and it will be ok.