Today was the last day of work for me, at least as an assistant school. In theory would begin the holidays, but I troppissime things to do: exams to prepare for and possibly give reps to the girl of medium and short dissertation on to write, a few hours babysitting, my room is a disaster ... Then I have a stack of books to read, because I almost every time I go to the library buy something, but then I never have time to devote to reading "pleasant".
However this year business was particularly good because it gave me the chance to experience that hardly would have done and I found out side of me, my character, I did not know or even suspect.
When I proposed this work in September, I accepted immediately, but the first thing I asked was "are you sure I 'able to do this? Are up to it?" And now, I'm already gone more than 8 months and the child's parents want me to continue to follow him as a baby sitter, because they see that he is clear to me and I can handle it well. Now I understand when he is hungry and when you sleep, I do eat, I give him the bottle, I can change it in 5 minutes, I know how to hold him and talk to him as ... and all that, only months ago seemed impossible.
And then think about all the things we did during the week and how they gradually changed their reactions to how he became more attentive and involved, as far as possible. We read so much, listen to CDs on CD, playing with plasticine and salt dough, used cardboard and colored paper, stickers, glitter, flour, cotton, twine, wool, wire, tempera, markers and colored pencils, played with pebbles, sand, puffed rice and beans. I held in my arms for hours, I hummed songs, I took a walk and watch the peacocks in the park of Villa Comunale, I cooked dinner, I was with him his first real day of school in the school . I put him to bed when you sleep to do the lesson, when I woke up the nap was too long, I saw his little face when they wake up with that look different than usual, and I combed improfumato a real cool before exit. And today this chapter as an assistant school was finally closed. Who knows who will follow next year, as a star, I wonder if you remember me or if the disease will erase everything ...
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