Photographs and nametags temporarily transport us back in time to the start of our journeys.
We had no idea where circumstances and choices would take us.
Reuniting, we share memories. But more importantly, losses, loves, mistakes, and grace. Seeing each other as individuals. Connecting with more than just a memory.
So go ahead, reminisce, just for a moment. Let the images, old and new, meld into a sweet recollection before saying, Goodbye, it was so good to see you.
Joe T. Robinson Classof 1985 reunion My leaving town picture 🧡 Pinnacle Mountain
I love reunions. They allow time to reminisce and strengthen already established relationships. Seeing family and friends after time apart can be refreshing. Sometimes I even walk away with new friends.
This week I had one such reunion.
My daughter, Rachel, is a first-year special education teacher at our district’s high school. Several of my former elementary students are now her students. I love hearing her talk about them each day after school. It is nice to have a way to reconnect, even if it’s not in person.
This week I had an opportunity to visit Rachel at work. I was looking forward to seeing her in action and actually visiting with some of these now teenagers. It has been six years or more since I was their teacher. Even though excited, I wasn’t sure what to expect.
When I arrived, they were all in the gym for P.E. I immediately recognized those familiar faces. One precious girl came running towards me. She hugged me and buried her head in my shoulder.
No words. ❤
Our conversation went something like this.
“Oh, Mrs. Morris. I missed you so much!”
“I missed you, too! You look so grown-up and pretty!”
“I think I’m going to cry.”
This precious girl had no idea of the impact of her reaction. I held back my tears.
I was quickly swept away to greet other old friends and meet some new ones. Several students walked right up, shook my hand, and introduced themselves. One took my hand and gently placed it on her face. Another held both my hands and touched his forehead to mine. And yet another asked me my name using sign language.
Each greeting was individual and personal. Each communicated, “I see you. I’m glad you’re here. I want to know you.” I know the words may not have been spoken, but the messages were clear.
Not only did I reconnect with former students, I instantly gained new friends. Their capacity to love and accept everyone is beyond limits. There are no outsiders.
This short visit left me with a thankful heart. Thankful not only for this happy reunion but also for the chance to witness my daughter as a teacher.
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