I understand now how parents feel when their children move out of the house. The empty nest.

My students are like my children. I nurture them, watch them grow, watch them come into themselves, gain confidence and autonomy. It’s such a beautiful journey to watch and I cherish it like I know I will cherish my own children’s life journeys, should I choose to have any.

One of my classes has been with me for way over a year. They’re a tight group; bonded and strong. Talented and full of spirit. Today I found out that 3 of them have decided to move into another class. Luckily, they all wrote me nice letters and explained their decision, thanked me for inspiring them, nurturing them and supporting them. I graciously wrote back and told them that a “new voice” is never a bad thing and while I will miss their presence terribly, I support their need for change.

But I’m so sad! It feels kind of ridiculous, actually, to feel so emotional about it, but I do.I was so surprised to hear they were moving on and while I tried to pretend that it didn’t hurt my feelings and that my ego wasn’t a little bruised, it does and it is. Letting go is never easy.