SEPTEMBER

Last year, I was 4 years old English teacher. The year before, I was under maternity leave, so I missed the first term. I thought I remembered how hard September was. I even told the parents at the first meeting “three years old first term is the hardest ever”.

And here I am again, at 3´s. Surrounded by tears, sobbings and children crying out loud “Where is my mommy?” ,”I wanna go with mommy!!!”. Believe me, what I remembered, has nothing to do with the reality.

I didn´t remember the mouths open and the big, surprised eyes looking at me.

I didn´t remember when I say “boys, go to the toilet”, and nobody moves a finger.

I didn´t remember they can´t button up their coats or put them on without help.

I didn´t remember they can´t open their breakfast.

I didn´t remember they don´t know the colors in English, so when I say go to the red table, they don´t know where they have to go.

I didn´t remember…

When we grow up, we forget how difficult it is being a child in a grown ups´ world.

Miss Belén

Teacher English 3 years