i have the opportunity to care for 18 magical, delightful unique little creatures everyday. when i’m not acting or performing, it’s the best gift i could experience. i really feel like i make a difference. learning how to love children - i have always loved children, but creating a little school family…or community of sorts…has challenged me to really love them in a mightier way. this job calls me to love them day in and day out, when they’re being cute and when they’re being testy, when i feel like it and when i’m tired. it’s definitely made me reassess what unconditional love looks like and how i want to get there and how much i want the children to experience it both at home and at school and everywhere.
i encountered something today at work in a new way. i already knew about it, read about it and even have experienced it. but when you experience it in the life of a three year old you have been blessed to care for for almost a year, it makes you sad in a new way. i know that i will be stretched to the maximum when i, myself, become a parent and have to watch my child suffer in some way.
so one of my children was adopted when they were a year old. i actually at one point had 5 children in my class with that story. and sometimes, when this child’s world of attachments gets ruffled (i.e. i am on vacation or someone in their little family is) this child experiences it far more deeply than most others. they aren’t necessarily a child who craves routine, but they definitely crave stability within their relational world. if i were describing what this child is like 95% of the time it is JOY. they simply ooze JOY and when they are gone their presence is felt. even other children note how JOYous this child is.
but when they cry, it is gutteral. it is heart-breaking. it comes from a very deep place, their whole body shakes, and they cry from every pore of their being. this child is not acting, but is perhaps the most honest connector to the human emotion of sorrow.




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