The days at the nursery, they still linger,
Memories of little ones, their joy and wonder.
Their laughter, their smiles, they touched my heart,
A time in my life, where I played my part.
I watched them grow, day by day,
Helping them learn, in every little way.
Guiding their steps, soothing their fears,
Moments that now, bring me to tears.
The simple things, they taught me so much,
The value of patience, a gentle touch.
Their innocence, their pure delight,
Reminded me to cherish each moment’s light.
Years have passed, but the impact remains,
In the lives I’ve touched, the bonds that sustain.
I see their faces, now grown and tall,
And I know, my work was worth it all.
They greet me with warmth, a familiar face,
Remembering the days, in that special place.
Their eyes light up, with a knowing smile,
Reminding me, my efforts were worthwhile.
The lessons I learned, they still guide my way,
Kindness, patience, and love, every single day.
The little ones, they left an indelible mark,
A legacy of joy, that will never depart.
Though the path may change, and time moves on,
The memories I hold, will forever dawn.
A humble role, yet one that made a difference,
In the lives of those, I was privileged to serve.
And so I cherish, each moment past,
Knowing the impact, that will always last.
A nursery’s gift, a lesson so true,
That the smallest actions, can change lives anew.
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i was grocery shopping tonight and while pushing my cart around, I met three parents of kids I worked with at the nursery. They all seemed genuinely happy to see me. They smiled, but it was not just their mouth, it was in their eyes too. And I noticed, that I left something of me with their kids during a very important time. We made some smalltalk and moved on. Usually, I am a power shopper. In and out in record time. At the checkout, I was unloading my cart when I was greeted again and I turned around to see a father with his boy. I saw the joy in the father’s face, while the kid drew a blank. The dad asked his son if he remembered me from the nursery, and of course the kid said no. And that’s okay. I remember this boy fondly, he was the first baby who I was responsible for (keeping track of his development, parent meetings…) and he was also the first child who took his first steps toward me at the nursery. The moment of pride was immeasurable. Many moments like that followed and they always left me in wonder. For me, it was never normal to witness children grow and bloom. It was and still is a miracle. It’s funny and sad at the same time. We are there to witness those milestones in the childrens lives, but they don’t remember us, they forget about us. It’s like we are ghosts from the past. I love working with young kids – babies and toddlers and I love my job. I am glad – I feel blessed, that I am allowed to work in a job I adore and that rarely feels like a burden. 🙂
have a great weekend
(PS I know that not everyone is a fan of kids, and you don’t have to be. Either way is completely okay and acceptable.)
reflections of an unquiet mind 