I just plain, love toddlers, too. I get to be around kids ages 2-5, when the world is still new and they're still excited to be learning about it. And, although I normally don't know them as well as I'd like, I feel such appreciation for the parents who trust me with their little ones on a regular basis. For a couple of hours a week, they let me take on their role. I feed their kids, help them to the potty, and instruct them. And it's a responsibility I appreciate being entrusted with.
I knew this past Sunday was going to be a great lesson days in advance, when I saw the schedule. I enjoy all the volunteers with whom I serve, but some combinations just work better than others, and I was very happy when I saw who the other two volunteers for this week were. I ended up letting one of them lead the lesson, because it was one I wasn't sure how to teach dynamically. (I'm better with puppets and funny voices, and there were no puppets.)
Though there were mishaps, as always, we ended up having such a great day. Two things in particular happened that just melted my heart.
