Children have always had a special place in my heart. I’ve always believed that children had nothing to do with any adult issues and were not asked to be here. They should not be punished for anything that has to do with adults’ business, and too often I’ve seen this happen, child neglect, even PTSD from parents having children and not knowing how to handle them. In my eyes, it’s pretty simple, just figure out what your child likes and doesn’t like, and use those in learning. So if a child likes Legos, there are many things I’ve taught with just that one idea. I’ve taught how to count, shapes, how to make different shapes, colors and patterns, and so much more with just Legos. I’m the cousin and aunt that everyone can bring their child to, just as long as I get to return them back when it’s time, and to be honest, sometimes I keep them longer than expected. It is amazing to see a smile on a child’s face even if it’s a simple joke.
I’ve taught Preschool since I was about 21 years old so we are looking at about 8 years, but prior experience with raising and taking care of children as I have babysat all my life. Teaching preschoolers will forever hold a special place in my heart because they were so full of joy as soon as I stepped into my classroom it was always a joyous moment to hear “Ms.Jessica”, and see all of my children run to me with hugs and smiles, all day. I felt comfortable with the fact that the children were comfortable enough to open up so quickly and be so eager to learn. It wasn’t hard to train my class in any way, shape, or form. Some children receive better love at school than at home sometimes as it has become common to give them a tablet to keep them occupied, my heart goes out to children like that. If I could teach again, I’d always go back to doing so, but I also have a host of children in my family of whom I always tend to shock their parents when they say “Just wait and see”. It’s always amazing to hear a parent say “How do you do it?”. Easy, patience is key, plus I’m a big kid myself, or at least I’m always often mistaken for one.
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