The Gift of Togetherness

I have a class of 18 four year olds. Each day I walk in to work there is always a dilemma. It could be the teacher that called in last minute. It could be the lesson plan I forgot to print, or the supplies I don't have. Sometimes it's the surprise tantrum, or the misplaced lunch. Honestly, I have grown acccustomed to some sort of chaos. Today was just like any other day. The chaos started with me. I have a 30 minute commute to work and I woke up at the time when I should have been opening the Center. Bah Humbug! Not a way to get back into the groove. 

Buzzing like a bee, I went to cleaning, clearing and organizing the classroom in preparation for what else may come my way... and you wouldn't believe it...there was nothing. I had 13 students, and three of them went home at before 12:30. Throughout the day, I felt like I met every need. I felt I voiced every concern and had an awesome time singing, dancing and just lovin' on my few. 

Don't get me wrong, I love my 18, and our class family wouldn't be complete without each and every one of them. But, just like in any other family, each of the members must spend that quality time together to connect, share, and just enjoy each others company. At nap time, I unwrapped, enjoyed, and was grateful for the gift which was today.


Happy Holidays,

Dear Preschool Teacher, Is this what you love?

It has been a month since I've blogged. Yes, I have awesome pictures. Yes, I have great material. Yes, I still love writing. But no, not as much as love being in my classroom. I have found writing is not my first love as I suspected. I came to this conclusion after I lost yet another assistant for my class. I've had to work twice as hard to keep our school family running smoothly. I've thought of writing and wished I was writing...but every piece of time and energy not used for my family is used for my class. I wish for more hours in the day. It seems by the time I prepare my Centers, have class, go home, love on my family, it's bedtime and it starts all over again! Confucius says, "Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life." Dear Confucius, I did choose a job I love but every part of it feels like work. However, I still look forward to doing it all over again tomorrow.