Some days are just meant for remembering, and today was one of those days.

It started as a typical Thursday at the end of the month. My eighth-grade homeroom class met in the gym for our monthly meetings.  During this time, we make class announcements, give class reminders, name a student of the month, and give shout-outs to students, recognizing them for various accomplishments or acts of kindness.

This morning, as I walked into the gym, we had the usual chatter and laughter, along with the endless energy of middle school students. As the kids quieted, and a hush settled over the auditorium, one teacher reminded students that if their grades were not passing, they would not be able to walk in the eighth-grade graduation.  Another teacher, in fun to lighten the mood, said, “Don’t disappoint all the MeeMaws.”

Since I stood in front of the bleachers and am known as the granny at the school, I smiled and pointed to myself. Right away, several of the boys laughed and shouted, “We got you, Ms. B!” Their words were playful, but I knew they meant it. That small gesture touched me. One sweet moment, just a few seconds in a normal school day, meant the world to me.

It reminded me how quickly this year has flown by and how much my students mean to me. Months ago, these students walked into eighth grade, unsure and wide-eyed, and now they are about to start high school, standing a little taller and a little more confident. Moments like these remind me of the importance and the joy of building relationships with these youngsters. While lessons, grades, and standards all matter, it’s the connections that truly last.

As the years fly by and retirement approaches, my heart and mind wrestle with this decision. Teaching has always been the most difficult job I have ever had. It takes patience, resilience, compassion, and lots of humor. But it’s also been the most rewarding job I have ever had.

When I look at all these faces, so full of personality and potential,  I know I have been blessed to work with some incredible students.  I love their hearts. I love their stubborn determination. I love how they support each other, even when they act like they don’t care. And I especially love their hopes and dreams for their futures.  Hopes and dreams that will shape our future, too.

If mornings like this are any sign, our future is in good hands.