So around 1:30 in the afternoon, I have four kids who fall asleep in my class.
I mean, it's preschool. We help them fall asleep otherwise it's like a madhouse in the afternoon.
Anywho, our newest kid has been having a hard time falling asleep, understandably cause it's a new place and new things, oh so many new things, especially for an autistic brain.
We had gotten everyone else to sleep and this kid was still just laying there, quiet and pretty still, but eyes wide open as he stared at the ceiling.
My IA reached over and started rubbing his arm to kind sooth him into sleep and she whispered, "It's okay, you can sleep. We love you. You're safe."
She got up and went over to the other classroom to help, leaving me there with him. I looked down and he just had the most beautiful smile and was looking straight at me and I was just kinda smacked in the face with how much I loved this kid.
I mean, I've only had him in my class for a few days and I honestly have no idea if he knows who I am or even cares.
But I love him.
I looked over at the other sleeping kids and my heart just swelled with love for all of them in the midst of this long, tiring, crazy day that we had just gone through together.
It was like Heavenly Father was patting me on the shoulder and saying "Don't worry. I'll help you remember why you're doing this job."
Oh, how they drive me crazy.
But oh how I love them.
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