A sigh of relief and contentment is released as I leave
My insecurity and my need
For perfection at the small classroom door
Of the three year olds.
I embrace their happy dispositions and
I live for a day in their world
Without the grunge of sacraficing
Myself in order to fit in.
My beauty is not stifled by make-up
Rather, my face glows
With the smiles and the kisses
Of the children.
Rather than carefully combed,
My pixied hair is somewhat unruly,
Displaying my rebelliousness within.
Ms. Belinda greets and embraces me at her desk.
She does not judge my appearance
But celebrates my personality and my quirks.
Immediately, I feel at home and at peace within myself.
I go about the day happily tying shoes
And creatively "scribble-scrabbling" on paper.
My only two worries are
Who am I going to share my lunch with?
Who is going to play chase with me?
At recess, the little boys are amazed at my speed while playing chase
And the little girls are in awe at my extensive knowledge
Of Disney Princesses.
At this time, my grown up duties are relinquished
Through the freedom of my inner child.
In the everyday cycle of moods, I wish to be
A child again
But the wonder and joy on their faces
Make my being grown up
Worth all the hard work and frustration.
After the blue and white cots are laid out
And the children have piled
Their pillow pets and blankets on top,
I carefully pull tiny, iridescent shoes off
Each and every child's foot
Before I take the pleasure
Of tucking them in.
Behind the backdrop of the pale darkness
And the children's sweet snores as our music,
I sometimes want to pull out a cot
And partake in the dream making.
The next hour and a half is spent in a light, deep conversation
With Ms. Belinda,
A second mother.
Undoubtedly, I complain about anything
From the crazies at school, the bullies and the preps.
And of course, who I will ask to the dance.
More importantly, I gratefully receive much needed advice
On how to be the perfect teacher.
We discuss the similarities between her and me.
As well as, the similarities between her daughter and me.
The conversation shifts to sharing the stories of life
And enjoying the comforts of one another's presence.
At the end of the day, I share the same
Reluctance to leave
As the children.
For, I am unwilling to part
With my truly perfect, yet