One thing that I love about my job, is that it gives me a taste into the life of my own mom.
My mom never raised seven little kids; she didn’t have children who had experienced traumatic situations before they were 5; and she never raised children who had never experienced stability. Even though she wasn’t working with the same kids that I live with, she still was a mother to someone. There are so many experiences that I have had here, that make me either want to apologize to my mom for my behavior as a child, or thank her for the many sacrifices she made for me. Waking up in the middle of the night to take care of sick children can be very tiring, and I won’t lie and say that I never reached a moment when I wanted to quit.
There are so many moments when I feel like I am my mom; and the one moment when I felt it the most was when I sent my children off for their first day of school. I had felt something that I had never felt before. Seeing those kids in their uniform made me want to cry and hug each one of them. I couldn’t believe that it was finally time for my little ones to move onto that step of their life. I probably would have been more emotional, if I wasn’t working in their classroom as the teacher’s assistant; but still the situation itself reminded me of my mom and my first day of school. The whole day made me wonder if my mom felt the same way when she had me get dressed. I wanted to know if she felt like crying after saying goodbye to me as I walked over to my class.
In several of the negative situations of my being here, I remember my mom and how she had to deal with something similar with me or my sister, and I don’t really think about the happier moments that she probably experienced with both of us. My kids first day of school made me so happy not just because I got to live this great moment with them, but also because it helped me imagine a happier picture of my mom and in just being a mom.