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I'm sad to see it go... I'm sad to see what feel like sunny days in comparison to the dread of next year. I am in denial about it. About the fact that I am afraid I am going to hate the kids. God, that sounds awful to even type it. But... I admit my emotions were out of control in the fall. I couldn't keep my feelings for one student from showing. It's like I didn't want to have patience with her, and it BOTHERED me that I couldn't understand it and fix it. I don't understand how I can have so much love a child, but not another. So much love, I wouldn't let myself feel it when I said goodbye to her and her mother.
I didn't want to say have to say goodbye to her. I don't want to loose the daily joy of her hugs and kisses.