A Kindy Kind of Love

I cannot put into words the enormous joy and difficulty that goes into teaching these Kindergarteners. There's initially the problem of the language barrier. Then there's countless spoiled, previously undisciplined, obnoxious children. I go through the gammet of emotions with them ranging from intense loathing to remarkable love. These kids teach me more than I teach them. I've learned how much more I need to know about patience, discipline and love. They are raging monsters 39 minutes of class, for for 1 brief minute they are cheek-kissing angels that have made me fall in love. I've wiped too many noses and butts to still be a single, 23 year old woman. I mean I truly do love kids but God bless all you mothers and teachers in the world, I don't know how you do it.