I’m a

teacher

When I say I work with very young learners, people generally reply with such a dull “Ah!” that I’d like to cry out …..

Where else could I tie bows in somebody’s hair, fasten belts and watch a daily

fashion show?

Where else, even though I wore the same dress day after day, would I hear that my dress is

still beautiful?

Where else would a lovely little young man tell me how much he

loves me?

Where else would I be more

important than here, where I

even have to blow the fashion show stars’ running

noses?

Where else would I easily forget my own sorrows than here, where I have to assist so

many broken hearts?

Who gets more flowers than me?

Where else could I guide

the first writing of a little hand that might

write a book one day?

Where else would I get as many smiles as here?

Where else would anyboby draw me a free portrait?

Where else my words would be so welcomed?

Where else would there be somebody waiting for me

with open arms?

Where else would I see real pieces of art from the

foreground?

Where?

Where else would I keep my soul young, but among little people

whose attention is so ephemeral that I always need to have a box of surprises at hand?

Where else would I cry because a year of happy relationships is nearly ending?

I feel great working with little ones!

To you all…