So, this school year is in full swing and I've been blessed enough to have a new job at a preschool. I love this job and the little kiddos I work with so much! I could go into work on any given day and no matter what mood I'm in, those little carefree kids always make me forget my problems and for just 4 hours I can focus and devote my time to them without a worry about my own life.
Not only do these little ones make me forget my problems, but they teach me probably more than I teach them. Randomly, bear in mind during this blog that the kids I work with are between 1 years old right up until they turn 2.
There is this little girl named Leyla in my class. She is so advanced. She probably about 16 months old, but she speaks in pretty good sentences, really does have a grasp on what's going on around her, is conscious of her classmates and so on. Well, because Leyla is so advanced I have higher expectations for her.
Most of the kids in the class cry for what seems to be no reason and most of the time, if it seems to be no reason then they usually just want my attention. Leyla doesn't really ever do that and a couple of days ago we were getting ready to go outside and Leyla started crying for seemingly no reason.
I got pretty frustrated with her, admittingly more than I should have. I asked her what was wrong and she just kept saying "Teacher, teacher." and I would tell her, "I'm right here Leyla, what can I help you with?" and she would just continue with "Teacher, teacher." So I told her if she didn't stop crying then she could stay on the baby side while the rest of her friends went outside.
She tried to stop crying so I took her outside hoping it would help take her mind off of whatever was wrong but even outside she kept crying. But this time I noticed she had her finger in her mouth.
And then it hit me like a pile of bricks.
I got down to Leyla's level and I said, "Leyla, I'm so sorry, you were saying 'teether' not 'teacher,' huh?"
And that sad little baby girl in so much pain looked up at me with her big, lovely, tear-flooded brown eyes and just shook her head up and down. I hugged her and told her I was so sorry for getting mad at her and not helping her and she hugged me back. I ran in to get her a teether and she was her happy little Leyla-self all over again!
But the more I thought about it the worst I felt. I was going to punish this poor little girl for nothing. She was in pain and I was literally going to add insult to injury and it just smote my heart. I personally always have high expectations for everyone I meet, especially when I know the people can perform well and they don't. So my expectations trumped my naturally nurturing personality and made this little girl feel bad for something she couldn't control and was naturally reacting to.
It was such a great reminder to me that I need to have an ounce more patience with everyone in my life and realize people won't always perform the way I want. I shouldn't be so hasty in anything because no one in life deserves to have someone do to them what I did to Leyla.
This verse helped me a lot when I was thinking about all of this: "Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath:"