parting
This is a post from my other blog that I just want to share:
One of the hardest things for a teacher to do is to let go of his or her students - whether it be because they’re moving on to the next higher level or because they’re moving on to another school.
Because even though they don’t see it, letting go really hurts. I guess the main reason why it does is because it feels like losing a part of your self whenever it happens. I mean, no matter how much we distance ourselves from our students, we can’t help but take them in as our own children. Yes, as our own, regardless of how stubborn or hard-headed they may be. And being semi-parents, we can’t help but feel responsible for everything that they do or experience.
We can’t help but feel angry when they get hurt, or feel scared when they’re threatened. We feel protective when they’re vulnerable, or worried when they’re confused. We can’t help but feel proud of their accomplishments, or feel guilty for their shortcomings. We can’t refrain from feeling all these things because no matter how much we try, we always end up getting attached to them (even if they don’t know it).
And what’s even worse is that it doesn’t end there. Just when you think the act of letting go is hard enough, we still have to put up a straight face for everyone who was left so that they would understand our intentions that come with the parting better than the suffering that we feel. We have to pretend to be strong and adamant so that the others can continue to be forged and find it easier to let go when it is their time to do so. That’s our burden.
And at the same time, that’s all we can do. That and hope that someday they’d understand… that one day they’ll figure out… that it was all for them - the sacrifice, the hurting, the parting of ways. After all, they’ll only learn to how to fly when they venture away from the nest.