Little People with Big Emotions


This past few months have really made me appreciate myself as a teacher. We have our ups and downs but sometimes when bigger things come into our lives, we do not really know how to handle it right away. As an adult, I admit, I do not know how to handle some of the things that have popped into my life so what can I expect from a three, four, or five year old child? It may not seem like much to us at the time, but to a child of this age group, change does not come easy. A change in their daily routine can wreak havoc on their emotions, which they are just starting to explore. As we try to make sense of why a child is acting a certain way, that child is having a hard time comprehending their needs and wants. Why is it that they feel sad? Angry? Frustrated? No matter how chaotic the classroom is or how exhausted I am with dealing with the same thing over and over again, I take a deep breath, step back, get down to their eye level, and help them express their emotions.

Use your words. Tell me what you need.Β I cannot help you if I do not know why you are upset. ….Oh! You are upset because K took your toy. It is okay to get upset but we do not use our hands to hit friends. Where do we keep our hands? Yes, to ourselves. What else could we have done instead of hitting our friends? You’re right, you could have told the teacher. You could have also talked with your friend and said “No thank you. I did not like it that you took my toy”.Β 

It is not always easy and there are days I want to throw in the towel. But I don’t because these kids look up to my TA and I. We spend 6 hours together, five days a week. When they are upset they look to us for support, maybe not right away, but eventually. Sometimes, all they need is a hug that says everything will be okay.

this was one heck of a week
class observations
teacher evaluations
getting ready for conferences
meeting deadlines
transitions- criers, complainers, elopers, loud talkers
3-minute bathroom break = lunch break
but no lunch
quiet time does not equate to quiet time
paperwork, paperwork, paperwork

Our butterflies hatched πŸ›πŸ¦‹πŸ˜Œ

Picking Flowers (and weeds)

I bet my children’s parents never have to worry about weeds in their yard. Because these kids…. they pluck every beautiful flower (or weed) they see. Instead of playing they’re busy picking flowers for their mommies and daddies ❀❀, wiping their pollen-stained hands on their clothes, their hair whipping in the wind, their eyes shying away from the sun. I do not know what their parents think of when they open up flower-filled backpacks, see mud-caked clothes, or pollen stained on dresses, but I hope they realize the love their children have for them when they say, “Look mommy/daddy. I got you a flower!”