Through a Child’s Eyes
When I was in elementary school, I was afraid to go to bed because of the monsters under my bed. When I was in high school, I was afraid to go to bed because I did not know if my outfit the next day would be trendy enough.
Now that I am in college, I am afraid to go to bed because I know that when I wake up I will only have gotten about four hours of sleep and I am uncertain that I will have enough coffee to make it through the day. But in the end I would not have it any other way.
Being in my senior year, there are a lot of decisions that I am having to make and there are a lot of practicum hours that I am needing to complete and it honestly is really, really tiring. It is hard. But if I was not tired, and if it was not hard, I also feel that I would be wasting my time and not making the most of the opportunities that God has given me.
As the school year is really starting to get into full swing and assignments are coming out, I am trying to balance classes while also taking a practicum with Pre-school age children. I was kind of nervous before hand, just as all new situations can make one apprehensive, for you might not know what to expect.
But today I realized that all of the 140 hours that I am going to do this semester, I know I am going to enjoy every second that I am given with those little bundles of joy. There is something so sweet about a young child who just wants to be loved.
As I went to my practicum today, I spent six hours with nine children. And from the moment I walked in I was blessed. There is so much that we can learn from children. We can learn how to love, we can learn how to smile again, and we can learn that there are some things that honestly don’t really matter. And I am truly grateful when I am given those opportunities to take a step back and look at the world through a child’s eyes.
Yes, I may worry about only spending four hours a night sleeping a, but I would rather spend one hour less sleeping if that means that I am able to spend one more hour with those children from God’s precious hands.