to everything there is a season

Finito. Today was the last day of the schoolyear. I looked forward to it with the anticipation that any child awaits Christmas.
I got to work late, for 2 reasons, which will remain nameless.
I was very frazzled, "overwhelmed" even.
Then I saw my first class of Kindergarteners, who are really no longer Kindergarteners - they're big first graders now. I realized that this was probably the last time I would see them, if not forever, for a very long time. I was ruined.
At this point, I lost any shred of dignity to which I might have been clutching. I wept. I boo-hooed. The works.
I had so looked forward to the start of summer. The beginning of nothing but my two angels. I had not prepared myself for the end of my daily friendships with all my little buddies that have meant so much to me.
I spent a little while with each class today, remembering each of their individual quirks and talents.
I said "good-bye" to far too many of them.
Then I realized, as sweet as our time together is, they too have momma's that have been so looking forward to the "beginning of nothing but their little angels" and as the day wrapped up - I laid in my living room floor, all wrapped up in a blanket of babies (they love to lay their heads on my "squishy" tummy), savoring our time together.
As we were there, I vowed to enjoy every moment we had. Knowing that all too soon, I would share their time with someone else again.