For the first time today, I cried about moving. It wasn't my friends that triggered it. Or even my family.
It was my piano students.
I taught them today and I realize all their books are in new piano bags. Marcus exclaims it's because of Mrs. Gaunither.
"Who's Mrs. Gaunither?" I ask.
"Our new piano teacher."
Oh.
Right.
I knew this had to happen. I knew I was leaving and I couldn't teach them in between semesters. I knew if they wanted to keep learning piano, someone else had to teach them.
But, I wasn't expecting that. They already have a new teacher...
Oh boy, I sorta had to use all my effort to focus on teaching them because I could feel it. The bubbly-stomach thing that tries to come up your throat but you know if it does your eyes will water up. Doesn't make sense how those are all connected.
I've taught them for five years.
And next week, it's our last lesson.
Then they'll be going to Mrs. Gaunither.
Miss Shelby, Mrs. Gaunither? The name just sounds less friendly!
But...what if she's a better teacher than I am? What if I am seriously lacking in my teaching abilities and my students love her and become musical prodigies? What if they are relieved to have someone more capable, finally?
What if they never say, "Thank you Miss Shelby!"?
Ever, again.
I'm gonna miss hearing that.
A lot.
