Why we do it

In these end-times, my kids and I have all been getting a little sentimental.  One of my students, whom I tutor for all of my free time, it seems, has always kept up a tough front.  We have a love-hate relationship.  Recently, he gave me a "I'm going to miss you note" and it struck a cord with me.



Then, a student I rather frequently refer to as "my favorite human being on the planet" (sorry to all of you who thought you had a chance at winning that position.  It has been filled), recently wrote me a letter too.






The outside alone is adorable, but the inside says, "Thank you for your help in English.  You help us so much.  We do jokes but we are growing up for do good.  No one can live forever.  I will never forget you because you are my friend for a life.  With love, Rubdy"

I love my kids.  Isaac gave me an elephant puzzle and he wrote me a letter on the backside of the pieces.  There "my beloved teacher" is immortalized. 

This is half of why it's so hard for me to leave.  I feel like a mother to 18 children that already have mothers.