I began working at a daycare down the street from my apartment on Monday. Now Monday was not that bad. It was mostly the manager showing me around and explaining a few things. Then I helped in the class room.
The second day was a little confusing and crazy. Someone had driven their car into the front of the daycare that morning. No one was hurt, but it did leave the daycare in a little bit of a pickle. They had to move a bunch of things around and I was jumping back and fourth from class rooms. I am suppose to be with preschool age kids, but that day I was mostly with school age kids. An age I missed terribly on the third day.
The third day was craziness. I finally met the teacher who stays in the preschool room with me, which is good. But I forgot that she leaves at three. So when I brought the kids back inside from playing, it was just me and six riled up preschoolers. I was a little overwhelmed and had no idea what to do to keep them under control. And to top it off they were not getting along. It was one crazy day.
Sadly when I got home that day I was not feeling good. There wasn't much encouragement from that day and I was feeling doubtful about working there. I was not going to allow that to happen though. I prayed about it, that God would give me wisdom and strength. Then I dove into my Bible for some encouragement. God filled me with his peace and I was not worried any more.
Today was way less crazy than the other three days. It was a little bit easier for me to get the children to listen and there was less. I think it might take a while for the children to get used to me. Right now I think they are trying to see how much they can get away with when I am around. But soon they will see that they won't get away with anything. I hope it will get easier as it goes along.
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