My students may never remember the grammar rules I taught them, but they will remember they were loved.

How the chime of my bells sounded when the students rang them each day. How I would ring them back.

How they wrote suggestions and I validated their voices.

How they could come to me without judgement in their honesty.

How I would call home for the good things.

How I would call home when they needed support.

How I showed up for them even when I couldn’t show up to class when I was sick.

They won’t remember all the books, or lessons, or even my words.

They will remember how I made them feel.

I hope I make all of them feel loved.