One of my favorite things about working in the preschool has been that for every moment of frustration, there are at least 3 reasons to smile. Another is just how amazingly honest and pure they are. They show their frustration, their joy, their LOVE without restraint. As much as it's not always an easy thing to deal with ("Use your words to tell him you're angry, not your hands" is a daily mantra), it certainly is admirable.
They certainly aren't afraid to tell it like it is. A speaker I once heard talked about how she always knew when she really looked good because her students would say, "I really like your outfit!" (or some similar thing). When someone said they were probably just sucking up, she said, "Oh no. They also have no problem looking at me and saying, 'That shirt is UUUUG-LY!'" When one of my preschoolers looks up at me and says, "I love you, Miss Michelle," you'd better believe that I take those words to heart and trust them.
My last shift with my preschoolers is tomorrow. I have 4 hours with them in the afternoon, from the time they get woken up from nap (it'd be a lie to say "wakes up from nap" cuz not many of them wake up voluntarily) 'til the time they go home. I have a deal with myself: if I do not cry [until I get outside the building], I will get ice cream.
~"Did you ever stop to think or wonder why the nearest thing to Heaven is a child?" ["Thank God for Kids" - Kenny Chesney]~
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