- - Monday, May 03, 2004 Accentuate the Positive I'm going to take up Yano on her positive-blogging challenge. Mine would have to be an irony, quite frankly. I know that I've frequently posted about how much I'm dying to change jobs and move on to something that's more fitting of my career desires. I've complained about people at work, and how people with my job title are treated (and nothing much has changed), but I never say how much I really do Love my kids. Being a preschool teacher isn't for the meek, and the tough days often outweigh the smooth. Although in the end, when attitudes have tamed and human nature is quieted, it makes you realize that there is nothing like the love of a little child. Not a day goes by that I don't get kisses, hugs, 'I miss you's, and yes even 'I love you's. Maybe it's a sign of maturity, or maybe it's just a matter of me actually paying attention to life beyond the "daily grind", but for a good portion of the day I'm raising these little guys. Kissing owies when they fall down, making them laugh when they're having a bad day, or telling them there's nothing they can't do in life. Working with small children makes you humble, I know it's done this to me. They are so forgiving and quick to forget when someone wrongs them. Many a day I've slinked into work with a bad attitude or just simply not wanting to be cheerful. I can't stay that way, because like a damn bloodhound, these kids know when you're not right. And I have to be positive for them, regardless of what I'm feeling. It's almost like sacrificing your satisfaction of being moody, daily giving your best for someone else. I'm sure that when I change jobs, I won't have to be so selfless....yet, I've been doing this for 5 years and it's taught me something more valuable. If we were all more like little children, how different the world would be. All the problems of in our world: carelessness, racism, greed, no love. These are all learned behaviors. The canvas of our life is smeared with these things as we grow older, but these kids? Little blank pages, innocent, see no color lines, and deep down want to share with the crying friend sitting in the corner. Yes, I will move on...but someday I hope to have children of my own. I wouldn't trade what I've experienced for the world.

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