Loving it

I have been doing what I love the most; i.e. being surrounded by many little people all day. And I inevitably am looking back and thinking about myself. Yes I can get narcissistic sometimes. All about me. But in all honesty I don't blame myself for thinking about me. I rewind things to four years ago. I was shit scared, with a million doubts, and so so not sure about having made the right decision. The one thing which kept me going was my mum and dad, because since I am the offspring of two teachers, then wouldn't I at least have inherited a tine bit of that? I don't know what I have inherited, but I know now that I made the right decision. That scared girl is scared no more. I had no clue about classroom manners. I had no clue as to how to say hello. I had very little experience as to how to deliver to little people. I was scared of them. I needn't have been. Now I know. Now I can deliver, no problem. Perhaps it is also because I am not scared of little people anymore. It is a subject which crops up in my mind so very frequently. It's a big why and how it happened. Because I thought I was just too big to be around little people. But it's not how it happened. Big or small is not an issue. Can you not love people who love you? Can you not smile beneath a frown when little people are up to their antics? I once was told that strife gives way to happiness. And that I'd look back and sigh and think it was all worth it. And that has proved to be so very true. Millions of people have to go to work to make a living and out of these millions, other millions do not like what they do. I am lucky. I like what I do the minute I go into the building. I guess I was made to do what I do. If only I knew it before. But experience is experience no matter where it comes from. You just have to know how to talk to those little people.