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Never say Never

It's funny to me when I think about my life and the journey of becoming a special education teacher. I used to always say "Oh I could never be a kindergarten teacher.They are just too tiny for me". Welp in this world don't ever say never because look at where i am now... A kindergarten teacher. As I began to reflect on this thought I was pointed back to a few things that have happened over time.

I remember when I studied abroad in South Africa. I worked with an organization that mentored teachers and worked with the youth in the area. My team got placed at a preschool. I didn't know how I would feel working with that little of kids but they ended up taking a piece of my heart. At the end of the journey, the leader of our team ended up saying that  my nickname should be "mom" because I cared for the little ones and my team in a mom like manner. So you may be thinking well how does that have to do with being a kinder teacher now?... Well this week I ended up explaining to my family that being a kinder teacher is like being a mom. I still have to guide them by what is right or wrong, make them eat "five more bites", clean up their messy faces and hands, etc. Can't you see the full circle? God was just giving me a hint back in my South Africa days of what was to come.

Then on Friday, the kinder teachers and my principal were saying that kindergarten was where my home is and how they believe kinder is the right fit for me. I never thought that I would ever hear those words especially from coming from a 5/6th grade class last year.

In the end, like one of Justin Bieber's songs, never say never. It makes me realize how God prepares your heart for something that you would never expect. I love teaching kinder and my kiddos are the best thing that have happened to me. Thank you Lord for preparing me for a journey I never expected to be on.

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