A Day of Rest
Even though Friday is my longest day, even though it takes
me an hour to get there and an hour to get back, even though there is a crazy
amount of kids which results in a crazy amount of noise, to me Friday is a day
of rest.
Friday is the day I work up in Cazuca instead of at the
school. Friday is the day that I
don’t have to worry about disciplining kids to get them ready for a “normal”
school, Friday is the day where I don’t have to constantly tell children to sit
still, not to fight, to get into a line, where I don’t have to talk to them
about respecting others including teachers or not to lie, Friday is a day where
I don’t have to hold my breath and have to remind myself to have patience.
Don’t get me wrong I love what I do the other days and the “discipline”
with the children is necessary.
But Friday is the day where I get to color with kids, Friday
is the day that I get to play legos with kids. I have played countless games of snakes and ladders,
countless games of dominos and have I done countless puzzles, a lot of them
over and over and over again. I
get to play chess, I get to play blocks, I get to build towers to have kids
knock them over. I get to be a kid
with kids who love when you love them, who love hugs and who thrive on that
positive adult attention that is pretty much non-existent in their lives.
Even though I end my Fridays exhausted, to me, Fridays is a
day of rest
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