happy
Taehyung
If you're happy and you know it clap your hands.
I sing as the six kids in front of me giggle, sing and clap along.
Taehyung
If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands.
Taehyung
If you're happy and you know it, and you really want to show it,
Taehyung
If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands.
The room fills with giggles and I can't help but smile happily. Coming to work here always makes me feel happy.
Yes, I get tired and I end up going home smelling all sorts of smells wrapped up all together in a very peculiar smell.
Yes, the moment I walk out of this place, I take a deep breath relishing the silence even though the nursery rhymes still ring in my head,
As if my brain is a radio and it's stuck on repeat. Yes, the moment I arrive home after my other shift,
I sink into bed and pass out without having time to blink unless my mind is still going circles on that kid
Who didn't have lunch or that kid who looked like he was beginning to develop a cold.
Yes, sometimes, I close my eyes and wonder what I am doing when I had just washed the floor and a kid decides to pee on the floor
Because their dad put their nappy the other way around. It actually happens more often than I like to admit.
Yes, sometimes I stare into space as I rock one baby to sleep with my right hand and
Eat with my left while using both my legs to rock another two.
My whole body moves like a machine on autopilot
Yes, sometimes my stomach churns when I am eating my lunch and one of the slightly older kids decides to get up from his nap to poop
And I have to stop eating to go and wipe his bum, wash my hands and go back to eating as if that never happened.
Yes, I sometimes curse silently in my heart when one kid decides to vomit all his morning yoghurt on me
While another is biting his shoe and the other one decides the chairs are his catwalk.
Yes, sometimes I feel like pulling my hair out when two kids decide to start arguing on who is going to get the doll or the ball or car
Or when one of them decides to bite the other one. It's not exactly the first time I ended up getting a bite or two.
Yet, I love my job - I love their soft warm hands as they hold mine in theirs, their grip tight and secure.
I love their giggles that fill my heart with warmth. I love their small voices as they sing along to the songs as loud as their little lungs allows them.
I love the way they shake their bums as they dance to songs.
I love the way they compliment me----
Your dirty shirt which is in their favourite colour,
The black cotton pants you've been wearing for three days straight which they love for its softness,
The worn-out slippers that have splatters of paint on them and a tiny hole which they think is the most fascinating thing.
I love the way they grasp at my hair, slightly pulling it to feel it and then awe at it.
Comments
Leaf Fillin
I understand that you love them a lot😀
2024-04-01
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mika0613
hm a_are you okay
2024-03-31
4