Today is my boy's last day of school. He's looking forward to staying up late, sleeping in, playing in the pool and doing kid stuff. But he's going to miss his kindergarten teacher, as will I. She's been ideal for us as parents, and for Jack as a new reader and sometime-behavioral challenge. She has called me to check on Jack everytime he's stayed home from school. She's warm, funny, affectionate, encouraging, accepting and a strict disciplinarian. Her passion for science, nature and books has encouraged the same in my son. For Christmas Jack was thrilled to buy her, and us, a new birdfeeder.
Jack and I were with her in her classroom one morning this week when all the other pupils were gone. She saw two boys from last year's class and called them in to hug them good-bye. As Jack and I stood by quietly, one of the boys reminded her that she'd cried when she had to say good-bye to him for the summer last year.
Jack learned the meaning of "bittersweet" this week.