I give you back your child, the same child you confidently entrusted to my care last fall. I give her back a few pounds heavier, inches taller, months wiser, more responsible, and more mature then she was then.Although she would have attained her growth in spite of me, it has been my pleasure and privilege to watch her personality unfold day by day and marvel at this splendid miracle of development. I give her back reluctantly, for having spent nine months together in the narrow confines of a crowded classroom, we have grown close, have become a part of each other, and we shall always retain a little of each other.
Ten years from now if we met on the street, your child and I, a light will shine to our eyes, a smile to our lips, and we shall feel the bond of understanding once more, this bond we feel today.
We have lived, loved, laughed, played, studied, learned, and enriched our lives together this year. I wish it could go on indefinitely, but give her back I must. Take care of her, for she is precious. Remember that I shall always be interested in your child and her destiny, wherever she goes, whatever she does, whoever she becomes. Her joys and sorrows, I’ll be happy to share.I shall always be her friend.
And I teared up, just like I teared up when she read that to Luke's Kindergarten class. Heck, I'm tearing up just copying and pasting it into my post!
~sigh~ Kindergarten is a sweet time.