I get to do what I love everyday. I get to sing and play and plant the seed of music in every child that walks into my classroom. And for many, I get to watch that seed grow, bloom and mature over the course of five years. I get to hear their first musical babbles as Kindergartners and listen to their soulful performances as fourth graders. I get the privilege of watching them grow into loving, caring, intelligent, beautiful, creative, musical human beings! And I was lucky enough to witness it all.
So as the year ends, I sit here on a Saturday night with much to do. Weeks ago, I would have been here writing lesson plans. Instead, tonight I am writing thank you cards. Almost 50 in total - one to each and every child who wrote me a note or gave me gift at the end of the school year. I could have quickly scribbled a thank you note that would get lost in the scurry of the last day. Instead, I chose to do what I do every year. I sit down and write each child a personal note and mail it to their homes. I want them to know how grateful I am to be their teacher. How much they mean to me and how thankful I am for their kind gestures - no matter the size.
I do it because their notes touch my heart and remind me each year why I do this job.
This is a note I received from one of my fourth graders. She was one of the children I taught in my Kindergarten music class and watched grow into an amazing, sweet young lady. I am touched beyond words and will miss her more than she will ever know. So I sit here and write into the wee hours hoping that my notes to them give them the same feeling - a feeling of being loved, appreciated, and grateful.