Mother Metaphor
It feels great, helping out little children in their day to day activities. Anything from teaching them numbers and colors to taking them outside to play feels wonderful. It fills me with joy to interact with the little balls of joy. That is why I look forward to every Wednesday when I get to help out at COTS. I love walking through those doors and encountering no response. Then Mrs. B tells them to say hello and a smile graces my face. I would rather not equate my work to that of a mother, but in part that is what I do. Just like a mother who teaches her child, I am there helping them to understand. The feeling of unconditional love , is alien to me. Sure my mother had it towards me but I have never felt that way toward someone else, until
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Mothers are involved in their child's life and the child is completely dependent on their mother. This is the figure that I have become, although I am one of many surrogate mothers who these toddlers rely on. I have to feed infants and coax them into accepting the oatmeal that I offer. It is much harder than I imagined. My mother always tells stories about how difficult raising a child is. You have to pay attention at all times to the child so that they don’t hurt themselves or get into trouble somehow. I did not appreciate how difficult this really was. I always assumed that there was some degree of exaggeration but there were no lies in what she told me. On that Wednesday alone I realized how difficult it really is to raise a child. You have to constantly watch them, tell them what to do, punish them if they do not respect your authority. It is tough. The first few weeks of service was easy compared to what I am doing now. I am “ very interactive” with the children, constantly making sure that they do not do something idiotic. Especially Madison, she is the biggest of the trouble makers. She does not listen to what you say, when you want her to sit down she is standing up. You tell her not to go there, guess what, that is where she is. Even though she is the biggest pain in my backside she is the most influential she is the one who made me realize what
Mothers are involved in their child's life and the child is completely dependent on their mother. This is the figure that I have become, although I am one of many surrogate mothers who these toddlers rely on. I have to feed infants and coax them into accepting the oatmeal that I offer. It is much harder than I imagined. My mother always tells stories about how difficult raising a child is. You have to pay attention at all times to the child so that they don’t hurt themselves or get into trouble somehow. I did not appreciate how difficult this really was. I always assumed that there was some degree of exaggeration but there were no lies in what she told me. On that Wednesday alone I realized how difficult it really is to raise a child. You have to constantly watch them, tell them what to do, punish them if they do not respect your authority. It is tough. The first few weeks of service was easy compared to what I am doing now. I am “ very interactive” with the children, constantly making sure that they do not do something idiotic. Especially Madison, she is the biggest of the trouble makers. She does not listen to what you say, when you want her to sit down she is standing up. You tell her not to go there, guess what, that is where she is. Even though she is the biggest pain in my backside she is the most influential she is the one who made me realize what