I work at a day care.. These are my everyday thoughts
Something about a child's innocence touches me. Every child is different.
Beautiful in their own way.
Loved, even if they don't know it.
Born pure and perfect.
Each one a story yet to be told.
All of them connected so intimately everyday at school.
Eating, napping, and playing together.
They're all best friends.
Each one will grow up
Go their separate ways
Marry, have children, grow old
The only thing in common they have is sharing a preschool.
And I'm incredibly happy that I could be a part of their learning.
Their building blocks to the rest of their lives.
If they only remember one thing about me, I hope they remember I love them.
And always will.