A Daycare in the Life.

Working at a daycare is simultaneously super fun and super humbling.  My severe lack of patience and my strong tendency to be quick to anger has led me to apologize to every single kid in my class...on more than one occasion.

I've found that the balance between tenderness and motherly affection and stern discipline out of love is found in Jesus alone.

I've babysat/nannied since I was twelve, so I was fairly confident that I was able to not react completely from my flesh in regards to disrespectful and bratty kids.  But I have, and I do.  And unfortunately, will probably do it again today.

I've never gotten "no" as a response this many times in one day.  I've also never been told "I don't apologize" or "I never have to share."

I've also never been told I look twelve or forty-eight years old in one day.  But that's another story.

However, I've never heard "I love you Miss Kayla" or "You're pretty" more than I hear it from my students.

The Lord has convicted me and blessed me through this job in such a unique way.  I've had to depend on His patience, His grace, and His strength minutely.

I thought I'd share some of what goes on in this chaotic classroom:

I get lots of sudden illnesses for which I need immediate medical attention.

Crafts abound.  All day every day.

I get my nails done and my order taken all at one stop.  Shmancy and convenient.

So. Much. Mancala.