OK, I was not meant to be a pre-school teacher. When I got my masters degree in Speech-Language Pathology, I honestly didn't focus on the classes about childhood speech and language problems because I knew that I was not going to work with kids. I am neither creative nor patient enough to mold and deal with children other than my own. I knew my fate rested with senior citizens. Hey, to engage them in therapy all you have to do is bring up JFK or the Depression.
That brings us to today. Gila has had off of school this whole week. So, three other mothers and I decided to do a "round robin" playgroup for our four kids so that the mothers who work every day can still go for most of the week. Today, is my day to be the leader (before you pass judgement, the kids are sitting next to me happily eating their snacks of our homemade cookies while I am blogging).
Anyway, I give pre-school teachers (and any teachers for that matter) a lot of credit. It is only 10:00 and I have already broken up 3 fights, taken 2 kids to the bathroom, averted a crisis or two and looked at the clock about 47 times. I will update this post later when/if I have survived this experience :)
UPDATE: I survived. I am exhausted and probably 3 pounds heavier thanks to my snacking at all the snack times. I grew up with a teacher (my mother) and I think I have developed somewhat of a greater appreciation for teachers because of that. I try to give my kids' teachers extra nice Chanukah and end of year presents as well as from the heart notes. After today, I have a special appreciation for pre-school teachers. All I can say is, thank you, teachers.
Posted by peninah at January 20, 2005 10:03 AM