Why Graduations Always Make Me Cry

me (at four months and two weeks) after the graduation ceremonies

 Another school year has passed.

We had our 6th Grade Graduation Ceremonies today.

Like every year, I could do very little to stop the tears from flowing.

They are not my biological kids but just like every parent, I felt proud seeing them on the stage, seeing how grown up they have become since the time I was their adviser in third grade.

They are not my flesh and blood, but I would like to think they are a part of me as much as I am a part of them.  They are the fruits of my labors, patience and commitment.  Their ideals and principles have somehow been influenced by mine.  I have placed an indelible mark in their characters whether they are aware of it or not.

It is for that reason, I cry every year.  They are tears of joy and of pride.  But it is probably something that the kids do not understand when they see me crying.

Students choose the teachers they like and attach themselves to.

But teachers....we never get to choose, because at the end of the year, we realize that throughout all the coaching, the reprimands, the counseling we've done for them, we have grown in love with each and everyone of them. 

This is something that students seldom realize --- that when we say we love them, we really do mean it.

 

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