the worst a boy could do was snatch your toy
your worst fear is the 'monster' that your teacher says is in the hallway ( to keep the class quiet)
but you were fearless when it came to jumping off the swings, climbing too high and running in front of cars
your mom and dad were your biggest heroes, second to actual superheroes, of course
cartoons were celebrities
fairy tales were historical
injuries stopped hurting when someone kissed it
you could dance like nobody's watching without the help of alcohol...or music even.
sleep was incorporated into the schedule
snow on the ground is a flavorless snow cone
you questioned teachers on their knowledge of fairytales
you expressed exactly what you felt
you wrote to Santa and left milk and cookies out for him
things like Christmas tree erasers were enough to brighten your day
money grew on trees, and the only thing you spent was energy
you broke into song in random parts of the day
| mini me! she's feisty too lol |
Good thing I'm still a part of this world, not only that but I play a crucial role in the lives of the kids I see at work everyday. I tell stories as if i lived to tell the tale, I have the power to fix every owwy ( whether i just kiss it or put a dora bandaid on it), I lead by example, I 'know' everything, I mediate all conflicts between kids, I become a monster to make you run, I'm a shoulder to cry on, I'm the rock you hide behind if your scared, I teach you manners and I don't respond till you use them, I teach you letters knowing that you'll have to make them into words later.
There's the job description that describes what grade and what is expected of you,
Once you're a part of this world, however, you'll begin to see what your job really entails.
Maybe now you understand why I love what I do?
