My first year as a yoga teacher was the best year of my life; it was full of unexpected surprises, so much love and loads of gratitude.
I never missed a day of teaching and never wanted to. I wanted to be there for my kids, I wanted them to know how much I care about them and believe me I care so much!!!!
My forth grade class, ahhhhh, I can't say enough about them!!! I teach so many students it is hard to remember their names (I do a pretty good job of it) so I am a nick-namer and they love it! In this class there was “chit & chat” “miss patience” “the boy who can't stop sitting next to me” – two weeks before school ended the teacher gave them some time to make me cards. They went above and beyond and wrote me letters, some two page letters. I couldn't believe what I was reading and how touched I was. They all signed their letters with their nick name. The best letter came from “Bored”. One day I passed around the signing bowl they were to ring the bowl and say one word and only one word on how they feel and this boy was “bored” and I told him that was perfectly acceptable and that I didn't get offended. When I read his letter I was shocked, I did all this for “bored”!?
They are graduating next week, my last class was Friday and they cried in my arms and of course I cried too. They asked for my autograph and said please don't forget us.