I’m currently curled up on my couch, in my gray sweatpants and gray sweatshirt with my hair in a top bun that you all love so much. Rello has been wandering around me, wondering why I am still home- he hasn’t yet decided if he loves it or hates it. Sometimes he’ll jump up next to me and make himself a little nap space, but other times it seems he’d rather distance himself in hopes to feel “normal” again. You know, normal as in- mom leaves for 10 hours a day and then comes back and smothers me. As much as I like seeing his sweet face every minute of the day; I miss that normal, too.
I miss you all, more than you will ever know. I miss greeting you with our own special handshakes that you each crafted back in September. I promise you I will never forget them. The minute I am able to rest my eyes on you one by one again we will have our special moment of greeting and I’ll probably end it with the biggest hug you’ve ever received.
I miss our classroom full of giggles and the pitter patter of running feet (even though you know you’re not supposed to be running!). After this nightmare is over, I will never again get grumpy about running feet in our space. I think about the times I’ve rolled my eyes and bit my tongue when I heard too much talking or laughing during work time- never again. I will never take for granted those moments of happiness even during times when you’re supposed to be “silent”. I will pause and smile and take in those moments and remember that life is too short to get grumpy over small conversations during independent math or writing.
I miss reading you stories. I miss 21 eyes and ears engaged in my read alouds. I miss partnering you up to turn and talk. I miss hearing your predictions, discussions, and opinions. I miss waiting 30 seconds for you to spit out the words you’re trying to say because you got so excited to speak that you stutter over whatever it was you wanted to share. I miss you counting how many people were sitting on the bench (you know only 6 are allowed) and I miss looking up to see two of you braiding each others hair and 2 more of you secretly playing thumb war; you don’t think I notice, but I do 🙂 But guess what? You’re still listening, and quite, and paying attention- and that’s what matters most.
I miss your writing. I miss watching you place adjectives in spots you think you can “spice up”. I miss you handwriting, even if I can barely read some of it. I miss your creative souls, your sense of humor, your excited hearts.
I think I might miss snack time the most. Playing music, listening to your conversations, throwing my dart eye daggers at you when you skip around with food in your mouth (I just want you to be safe!) I would give anything to be handing out my secret stash of M&Ms to you.
This period of time will forever change me as a teacher. Your class will forever hold a special place in my heart. I will never forget how this time away has effected me, and I will never go back to being the teacher I was before this. You all spoil me with “you’re the best teacher ever!” compliments, but my darlings I promise you, you will have an even better teacher than you had before when we get through this.
These are the only words I can muster up right now. I am sure I’ll be writing to you more in the upcoming weeks. I can only imagine how you’re feeling right now. Please know that I love you and I am thinking of you every second of the day. I hope you are safe, happy, and healthy.
Love, Miss Sementelli