Jen's Journal

Some days I feel like I can be a toddler teacher forever, like I was meant to do this.

Some days I want to leave in the middle of my shift. I’d go faraway, to a different country possibly, where I can start over and be a writer, not a teacher.

Then some days one of my kids remembers my name and I realize they are learning how to speak because of me. Some days when I read my favorite book to them and they stomp their feet before I even turn the page, it makes it all worth it.

And some days that same child will turn around and bite someone so hard it breaks the skin. These days I just do everything in my power to keep calm and be patient.

Some days I feel like I found my calling and I love doing crafts with them and read stories and watch them learn their colors and shapes and a,b,c’s. But most days I feel like I’m just changing diapers and keeping them from injuring themselves and others.

There are some kids who give me so much baby fever when they rest their head in the crook of my neck.

Some days I see a career out of this, and some days I feel like I’m wasting my life away and I’m going to regret being too scared to do what I really want to. Write.