Graduation Day. It's here the day that I dread the most in my career as a teacher. Each year is the same. An evening filled with goodbyes and I'll miss you's. That evening when the students that I have cradled under my wings for the past four years take flight into the great future that they each have.
I walked into my classroom this morning and the first thing that I found on my desk was a note addressed to me...Mama Copeland. And as I read the letter, my heart jumped out of my chest and flowed out my eyes as I remembered this student entering my classroom three years prior as such a young lady. She has blossomed so much over the past 3 years. I am blessed to have shared in a short piece of her life. She is an amazing young woman. So much stronger than some that I am sending out into the world tonight. Some still need cradled just a little bit longer, some a lot longer. Some have earned their wings and some merely borrowed them. Some were lucky enough to receive nurture and loving here and at home and some were only blessed with what the world would share. So here's to you...Class of 2013...May the path that you walk always be downhill, may your journey be easy, your load be light, and may you each remember to come see your Mama Copeland from time to time as she will miss each of you.
