"For when you love them...you love ME."

She falls off from her chair again for no particular reason and lies on the floor waiting for someone to pick her up. The cookie and juice spill on the floor. Did I just mop the floor a hundred times? He throws everything his hand can hold (including his classmates) when he heard the music being played. Oh, God - when will he get used to it? May be tomorrow? I debate whether to calm him first (before he bangs his head or injures the girl who falls on the floor again) or run to the sink (while dragging with me the other child to prevent him from biting anyone today) hoping that I could stop him from eating the soap that he was about to bring to his mouth. Not for the first time, but I am always tempted to ask myself if I am clearly fit to be in charge of them. May be I could ponder on this when I get home to sleep. Right now I still have to get to that child in the corner who has been staring at the cut out star that I used during my discussion on shapes. He has been delighted about it. He could stare and marvel about it for the entire class time (2 hrs.). He has been fascinated about it everyday for two months now. It has been worn out from the constant holding, but he never touched the new star I made. I have to tell him it is time to go home. My spirit would soar high if ever I get a glance while they bid their goodbyes. With still bodies they take turns in receiving my hug, seven seconds the most. They went off leaving me with a fulfilled heart. Yes, I often wonder if I ever existed to them- but I know deep in my heart that they will always remember how I made them feel.