But if it was possible,
if a personalised list of facts had been available for us to peruse, I know what
mine would have said.
You will:
·
Clear up sick that looks and smells like
feta cheese.
·
Have a child trick you into believing that
he speaks no English until 3 weeks later when you catch him discussing his
preference of ladybird colour while sharing a book with a friend.
·
Rugby tackle a child who moons the
waiting parents at home time through the windowed door because she saw
something shiny on the floor and couldn’t wait until she had been properly changed
after having wet herself to pick it up.
·
Have a child stand in front of you with wide
innocent eyes claiming that he was nowhere near any scissors while you count
the number of severed curly blonde locks that cover his jumper.
·
Have to conceal your horror when a child
shouts for your assistance in the toilet and then proceeds to bend over with an
order to wipe his bottom.
·
Endure the crying sobs emanating from
beneath your desk from a child who wanted a blue plate instead of orange.
·
Meet a child who is petrified of rain.
·
Have to stifle an overpowering need to
giggle when a child farts on the carpet during story time, sending out a rumble
that is reminiscent of thunder.
·
Explain to a puzzled child, while
dialling 999, why inserting a lego brick up ones nose is not advisable.
·
Feel an overwhelming sense of pride when
a struggling child writes his name for the first time.
·
Have a fridge covered in multi-coloured pictures
that make you smile each time you open it.
·
Well-up every time a child tells you
they love you.
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Smile your biggest smile when the time
comes for the class photo.
·
Cry when it’s time to say goodbye and
let them continue into the next year without you.
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Know that it’s worth it in the end.
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