Numbers one through three I’ve managed to keep away from. But somehow, some way, I’ve stumbled upon number 4. Yes, I’m a kindergarten teacher. Just call me “Mrs. Bindergarten”.
On my first day of school I was exhausted by the time the clock struck 9:00 am! I knew being a kindergarten teacher required energy. I just had no idea it required me to run like an energizer bunny.
I purchased a new pair of sneakers complete with insoles. This was a necessity as I’d come home in the afternoons with swollen ankles and aching heels.
There is so much lifting, bending, squatting, hand holding, crying and encouraging required in this new position I barely find time to teach. But I guess that’s the nature of the job.
It has definitely been an adjustment. And I’m not sure I’ve acclimated to this new lane in which I’m driving. But each day, I’m trying my best not to crash and burn in front of this group of 20 five-year-olds.
I suffered a terrible fall in class a few days ago that left me shell shocked with a bad back and a limp that lasted a day or two. Other than that it’s been an uneventful start to a new year.
It’s not easy hearing children call you “momma” that you didn’t give birth to. But it’s definitely nice to have a child look up at you and smile for no reason.
Just call me, Mrs. Bindergarten!