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Re-post: My Youngblood Article. Making the most while youngblood pa ako hehe
June 25, 2008ABC
First posted 01:14:03 (Mla time) July 18, 2006 Ria Tirazona
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AFTER seven years of teaching preschool children, I put away my crayons, washed off the finger paints and took off the glitters from my face for the very last time. But as I looked at the murals we had painstakingly made, I felt a lump grow in my throat and tears began to well in my eyes. Then it hit me: I was really bidding goodbye. Now that a new school year has started, it has dawned on me that even though I am at peace with my decision to “grow up” and move to another level in my career, I do miss being “Teacher Ria.” For seven years, I had sung silly songs and choreographed and danced with the kids (even if I cannot carry a tune and I have two left feet!). I think I’ve seen all possible shapes and sizes of cookies, biscuits and cupcakes, and punched hole after hole in all kinds of tetra-pack juices. I’ve been mother, nanny, friend, nurse, and everything in between to my kids! People used to ask why I chose to be a preschool teacher, when it was a thankless job, one that was little more than “just playing” and definitely not very financially rewarding. At every high school reunion or get-together, I would become painfully aware of how my friends had become “successful” and conscious that I still had glue on my pants and stains on my shirt from my kids’ spilled snacks. But every time a mother called to say that her son got a Gold Eagle or her daughter earned first honors again, I felt like I had made the right choice. Reflecting upon my experience, I realize that I didn’t just teach children, I learned a lot from them, too. When I taught them the ABC, I learned the ABC, too. And it wasn’t just the alphabet: I saw how everything in life can be put together with the alphabet, just like the words the children learned to read. The ABC I learned in preschool made me see what is truly important in life:




