A parent caught me completely off guard when he knocked on my door just minutes after our day began. I wasn't sure that I recognized their face so I very sheepishly opened the door and asked what he needed.
It was a father that i'd talked to many times over the phone, but had only seen in person once.
The first thing that came out of his mouth was, "I wanted to come let you know personally, that i'm withdrawing him. And to thank you so very much for all that you've done."
You? You are what? Checking who out?
I was completely lost as to what was going on and who we were even talking about. I leaned over and looked at the name on the progress report that he was holding in his hand and tears began to well-up in my eyes.
The child who was throwing fits in my classroom at the beginning of the year and hasn't in months.... the child who used to put pencils in-between his fingers and pretend he was some kind of super hero while zooming around my room.... the child with the big blue innocent eyes that has made more progress as far as behavior than any other child in my class... the one that has the biggest place in my heart.... You are taking him?
I know he saw the tears. And I don't even really remember what came out of my mouth because it was all happening so fast, but you best believe we had a share time at the end of the day where we all told him bye, exchanged hugs, and even shed a few tears.
As we were walking out the door we did one last cheer for how far he has come in regards to his behavior. To the tune of staying alive - Ah ah ah ah You did a good job, You did a good job! Ah ah ah ah you did a good job, you did a good job!
I'm going to miss that kid....
And once again, this is why I teach.