There is no such thing as a baby.
There is a baby and there is someone.
I read a lot. I've always been that kid, reading everything I could get my hands on. I read the cereal box like it was the morning paper every day. When my mom used the Tupperware containers, I started to bring reading materials to the table. I have a mountain of books next to my bed as the bookshelves in our home are full. In the years since my 2-hour leisurely breakfasts, I continue to read but my choices have shifted from Babysitters Club (OMG Stacey was my favorite) and Boxcar Children to professional development books. But let's be serious for a moment, bookworms cannot live on non-fiction alone. I love me some Jodi Picoult, Emily Giffin, and Jen Lancaster. When you're reading the last chapters as slowly as possible because you're already mourning the end of the book, it's a sign you're perhaps a little too invested in the plot and characters.
I'm invested in the plot and characters at my center. My teachers and I are writing a very significant chapter in the lives of the children and families we serve. Each time we walk into the center, we are making (conscious or not) a decision to serve. To inspire. To teach. We work with children but we are also supporting their families as well; it's an important connection when a parent realizes her son is a person, complete with feelings and emotions.
It's important to remember that children are people and just like adults, they each bring a unique array of previous experiences and preferences into the classroom. That's the beauty of our work; we are teachers and learners in our interactions with children and families. There's something new to be learned each day and not all of our learning comes from books.
What did you learn today?