I haven’t talked a lot about my new job. It’s not even that new anymore. In February I began helping out in the kindergarten class at Dave’s school. I’m an assistant. I’m covering a maternity leave – no, this is not a career change. My contract is until the end of June and then I’m back to square one and looking for work again.
I’ve never been a big ‘kid person’. I was the youngest in my family – I blame that. I babysat my niece and nephews but that’s it really. Having my own children changed me to a degree of course but I’m not the kind that is naturally given to playing or making crafts etc. I often lack imagination for whatever fairytale kids are living in at the moment.
I will freely admit here that this job has changed me. I didn’t expect to like it as much as I do and I didn’t expect these lovely little creatures to wrap themselves around my heart the way they have. You just never know when life is going to deliver something life changing to your door.
I think I expected way more chaos. I expected…I can’t even remember what I expected. I do know that I braced myself for the job. I didn’t leap into it with joy. After several months of being off work I did welcome the routine and the community. But for the actual work I braced myself, mentally preparing myself for a mixture of boredom and chaos.
Neither were to be found.
I’m told that the chaos part happens in September when the graduates of junior kindergarten arrive to senior kindergarten and more is expected of them. Just going back to school without their beloved JK teacher and with new routines is difficult.
But I’ve arrived well into the year and what I see are lovely shining faces with bright sparkling eyes arriving at school ready to learn…and yes, some days, ready to get into trouble and cause mischief. Even in that, they are figuring out the world around them, how to get along in it, how to get what they want and what they need and how much they can achieve.
I really wish I could show you pictures – they are absolutely adorable.
I’ve learned a lot of things from them and because my job is steady, but not particularly taxing mentally, I spend a lot of my days thinking.
Thinking things like this….
Is there anything more lovely than a brand new box of sharpened pencil crayons? I can’t tell you how happy I was replacing the ones that were used down to 2 and 3 inches of their life. I wondered what creations these young bundles of energy would make with the new colours.
In many ways their fresh little lives are a lot like a new box of pencil crayons. They have so much potential, so much life in them. They haven’t made any serious mistakes yet. They have yet to create so many different things! The making is all in front of them. The potential is all sharpened and ready to be unleashed.
I feel so privileged to have been along side them for this brief period of time, welcoming them to school, calling out their potential, encouraging them, bringing them into line, sending them back to the drawing board to do a better job, pointing the way to their potential.
I’ll tell you some of my other thoughts in posts to come. I’ll keep them short. Promise.