Meet Michael
19 Jun 2009 4 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: kids, teaching
My little broken bird Sarah has an older brother Michael. I see more of Michael because preschoolers get mixed with schoolagers on a regular basis. Same blond hair, same gray eyes, same dysfunctional family.
Today, when I turned my back for 20 seconds, Michael and another boy decided to dump out the Legos, the Kinetics and the wooden blocks. They were probably working their way up to the Lincoln Logs, but I caught them. Now these are large sets. Large, large sets. The tubs they are stored in are 5 gallon containers. The boys are a little too young to really understand how to sort the toys back into their proper places so I enlisted the aid of a couple of the older kids to do that. They’re still a mess, but at least they aren’t on the floor.
Not long after that, the ice cream truck arrived. WooHoo, ice cream! Michael got Spiderman. He got Spiderman all over his shorts. All over his shirt. All over his face. All over the table. I looked at him and said, Michael, you are the king of messes today. He looked up very solemnly and said, “I’m sorry.”
I grabbed his sticky little face in my hands, pressed my forehead to his and said, “You know, the fact that you’re so cute is saving your life today.”
And in the Sarah update, I was talking to another kid tonight after bringing them inside to merge classes. Focused on my conversation, I felt a little hand grab mine. When I glanced down, there was Sarah looking up at my like ‘there you are, I was looking for you.’
Sarah Smiled!
08 Jun 2009 3 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: kids
This summer, I’m working at a day care with the school age kids. That doesn’t preclude me from coming into contact with the littler kids, it just limits the amount of time I have with them. I don’t force myself on the kids or coach them at all. I let them know I’m there and step in if needed, but otherwise it’s up to them. I work child care the same way I worked retail. You need me, I’ll be right over there.
Sadly, some of these kids have lives that should already be Movie of the Week on the Lifetime Network. One of them is Sarah. I won’t go into her specific issues, but she has a few. She’s the most gorgeous little girl. About 2, blond, gray eyes, she looks like a little doll. No, she really looks like a little doll. For the first 2 weeks I knew her, I never saw an expression on her face unless she was crying. I nicknamed her Sarah Smile as more of a plea than anything else. Not that she didn’t glom onto me immediately. The broken birds are always attracted to me first. I can tell how screwed up a kid’s background is by how fast they become attached to me. Sarah had me with in the first hour. Staring at me solemnly all the while.
Until today.
When I arrived at the day care, the kids were still eating breakfast. Sarah didn’t pay any attention to my presence. We usually accumulate kids in one room for a while, until enough arrive to split them into age groups. I had dashed up to my room for something and was standing at the bottom of the stairs as the 18 mo-3 year group was headed to their room. Sarah, following dutifully in the middle of the group, noticed me standing there, broke out of the group in a beeline for me, grabbed both my hands and beamed up at me.
She smiled! On her own! Without any encouragement for anyone!
