I love children so much, that I'm considering changing my major. But I'm not sure if I should do it. I'm currently an English major (hopefully with an emphasis in creative writing by the time I graduate), but ever since I started working with the infants and toddlers at my school, I think I have found what I want to do for the "rest of my life."
I've been getting my weekly "lectures" from my dad on what I should do with my life and what's the point of majoring in English if I don't even know what I want to do with it speeches. And honestly, I really don't know what I'd do with an English degree. Teach? I don't know. I prefer working with babies. I want to be an author, but ... eh, my urge for writing has really dropped (so much that I can't even continue my fanfictions).
I guess I really like feeling needed. When I'm so frustrated with everything, all it takes is for one little child to smile or say "hi" to me, and my day honestly feels so much better than it did a second ago. Their lives are so simple. Get dropped off. Play. Nap. Eat. Play. Nap. Eat. Play. Go home. Eat. Shower. Play. Sleep. and start the day all over again. They find so much joy in the little things like a firetruck passing by or a bus going down the street. They smile when they see a bird or a plane, and they can spend forever playing with a plastic dinosaur. I feel super important when I need to change a diaper ... or when one of them crawls up to me and demands "up!" Or when they cry and look to me for help. Or when I need to feed them a bottle and help put them down for a nap. I don't even mind washing the dishes and setting up the yard and whatnot. I guess it's all good when I see that they're happy. And I don't even mind jumping up and helping them get down from a chair. lol :)
But sometimes yucky things happen. Like when I caught a kid putting rabbit poop into his mouth. Or eating chalk. Or sitting on poop. Ew. Anyway, today, I was sitting on the blanket and reading one of the kids a book when I heard a soft "plop" fall into my hair. I thought it was a leaf, so I reached up to brush it away. There wasn't anything there. So I looked at my hand and ... ugh bird poop. Either a bird pooped in my hair or a kid picked up the poop and threw it into my hair. Either way, disgusting. There are times when the kids are all crazy and drive the teachers and the aides nuts, but I think everybody who works in the center really loves the kids. It's really nice to see children instead of sitting in the dull lecture room and listening to lectures. But I really don't know if I should change majors. And I'm pretty sure my school doesn't have an "education" major. Oh well, I guess I'll pray about it.
Do you know what you want to do with your life?
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