Tonight is the night.

The after-school program where I teach runs in 8-week sessions. On the evening of the last day of the eighth week, there's a Showcase. Art projects are hung proudly on the walls. The theater group performs its play. Cookies are served. And my dance class takes the stage.

Usually I am busy thinking about what needs to happen for the Showcase to take place. I am nervous for my dancers. (The opening of the curtain causes them to forget half of their steps.) And I am proud.

Today I find myself with similar feelings - busy, nervous, proud - but overall, its a bittersweet sadness. Today is my last day as their teacher. And of all my classes, this is the hardest one to leave.

Tonight, my dancers are performing to "Crazy In Love" by Beyonce mixed with "We're All In This Together" from High School Musical. (per their request) Yes, its a bit unconventional, but I think its perfect. While they try so hard to keep up with the big kids they can't deny their inner eight-year old.

And I am proud.