The little people at Warren Village

Every Wednesday, I rush home and change into some comfy clothes and head over to Warren Village to spend some much needed time with my peeps...my little ones. There was a time when I was tired after work and didn't want to really help out anyone, but myself. Three weeks ago, this completely changed for me. I love going now. I look forward to it. There was an issue a few weeks ago with a little girl who had severe separation anxiety. I've never really witnessed anything like it and I played mainly with her the entire time and helped ease her pain. It was crazy that night also. So many kids, a mess everywhere and crying. And I, somehow in the middle of all the mayhem, found peace that I have never known before. People that really know me, know I love children and believe that they are our main resource. Resource for joy, a brighter future and getting back to a simpler way of seeing things and living life. They are real. OK, back to my story. I love all children, but the toddlers have my heart. I sit on the floor and play with them. Give a little discipline when needed and talk to them as I would one of my friends. I now know their names and personalities. I wish I could post names or pictures on here, but due to Warren Village's policy that is not allowed. They have really creative names and beautiful faces, just know that. I leave every night feeling full and happy. It is a time when I can shut off the crazy world around me and just be for a little while. True. There is noise, but it is a different noise. Much gentler to the ears. I recently shared with the day care coordinator, that they were the reason I choose to teach again. Everyday I spend with them just reconfirms the love I have for children and guiding them in a positive direction. And I can't wait to spend more of my days with them, but for now the toddler room at Warren Village is filling my heart with something that is unimaginable to me. Last night was beautiful. When the mother's came to pick up two little girls, they cried because they didn't want to leave. Thank you two for making me feel that special, it really made my night. And I know you're not reading this, but if you were, I just want you to know that I didn't want you to leave either. I just couldn't cry about it in front of your mom, it wouldn't look very responsible.