When i was 18 I used my gap year to see if teaching was my calling by becoming an assistant teacher at a pre-school in the three year old class room. Every single day i would come home with a story that i had heard from one of the kids and every day I said to myself i had to write it down somewhere to remember one day. But I never did.
Here's a couple of the story's in my three weeks of work with kids aged 3 - 6.
Since then the wind has blown me back and forth in and out of classrooms and now again, I find myself back in a classroom. This time however, I am not going to forget the things they say because I am going to share them with you.
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| This is a heart from one of my boys made out of play dough |
We had a special church service where the littlies had to attend and a couple minutes into the service one of the girls gently poked my shoulder and said in a rather loud whisper, "Okay, now I'm bored. When can we leave." To which the boy on the other side of me piped up and said, "If I count to 10, will we be finished here?" When i told him he might have to count to a hundred instead he looked devastated.
With the cold mornings we have been having the Mom's and Dad's have been sending the kids to school with a million layers on so that if they do take a jacket off, there is still another 4 to keep them warm. One of my little guys arrived with a gorgeous blue scarf and had to come and show me as soon as he arrived. As he was showing me I mentioned to him that it was a beautiful scarf, to which he replied, "No this is my throat warmer, not a scarf!"
These little ones keep my heart young and my smile lines real. You can't help but fall in love with them.
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