Thursday, March 19, 2009

All in a day's work.



So, among other possible full-time job prospects that are currently in the works (it's about damn time) I have also decided to add substitute teacher to my plate. Because, hey, if these other fabulous opportunities happen to fall through, who wouldn't want to chase kids around all day?

I had to go in to the day care center this morning at 8:30 for my 'observation training' (i.e. they had to make sure I wasn't a complete psycho). Here's hoping I passed! It's now 6:30. I just walked in the door, and my feet are propped up on a pillow on my love seat. My entire body aches. I smell like baby wipes, baby food, sun screen and dirt. Quite the mix, eh? Yes, I am anxiously awaiting one long shower, but I had to blog first. Duh.

The beginning of the day was babies, babies and more babies. Don't get me wrong they were adorable, but after my lunch break, I was excited to meet the 'monkey group' (which are the 3-year-olds, and I quickly learned that they are appropriately named). 

They are the reason I hurt and smell like dirt and sun screen. They play outside from 2:30 until 5:30, and they don't stop for three hours. I ran and played and pushed kids in swings and made letters out of rocks and slid down slides I was way too small for and played catch with the boys and ran some more. 

But, do you want to know the thing that made my day oh, so worth it? The cherry on top of my sundae, if you will? As I was swinging little Ariella on the swings, she put her head upside down and said to me: "I wish my name was Emilie." And I replied, "What? I love your name. You have a princess name." 

But, she shook her head and said, "No, I want your name." So, naturally I retorted back: "Why, when your name is so special?" (especially, because all she talked about all day was her love for princesses and Princess Ariel.) 

And she looked at me and said, "I want your name because I want to be like you." 

Needless to say, my heart melted just a little, and I realized that maybe a profession in child care wouldn't be such a bad thing after all, as long as I get compliments like that every day. 



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