Monday, December 22, 2008
Monday blues strike children in the worst ways, I so swear.
Maybe its because they had the luxury of being home the whole weekend within the mercy of their family.
Maybe its because the d.r.e.a.d seeing me (which I doubt, knowing how nice Teacher Leen really is, LOL).
This morning, doing my Monday trainee shift at the Centre, I went through the cries (now this is funny. I get 1 child settled down, and the next one that comes in starts crying, and all my hardwork with getting the earlier children settled in goes to absolute waste unravelling an orchestraic performance of various degrees of wails and cries), tug-of-war-with-Mummies at the door, tantrums, ducking-things-being-thrown-impulsively-at-me, pulling-my-hair, rolling-on-the-floor, mucus on my dress sleeves, clinging-on-my-arms, dress, legs, feet... All that, x about a dozen kids.
Not only do I have my normal suspect playgroup-ers in the act, I also now have some ultimately loyal fans from the toddlers.
Like chubby Nabil, and teary Jonathan. And whiny Ronaldo. And even newbie Penelope!
But I don't really mind, Teacher Leen always likes the overwhelming attention, anyways :p
So, as they follow me round and round the classes, I have an inkling of what life would be for the next years, as I (patiently) earn my credits in this line.
I wonder though, what Hubz would say if he actually sees me in action at the Centre, what with all the dancing and prancing and rolling and shaking and gyrating during Music&Movement lessons, and the comot-ness thereafter. Heh.
All that aside, here's what makes me come right back to the doors of the Centre each day, the above complaints all forgotten on a brand new day.
Me to a crying Ifan: Abg Ish go school, Ifan stop crying........ later Abg Ish come and fetch you, okay?
Ifan: Noooooo, don't want Abg Ish. I want Mama.
Me: Okay, where's Mama? Mama go work right?
Ifan: (Slapping all his palm on my chest) You mama! (Now grinning and laughing at his own joke) You... Teacher Mama!