Mitmit

The ugliest reptile on earth is a lizard- well at least to me. I have been disgusted at lizards ever since I had to catch 2 cold and clammy lizards out of my bread tray. There ware no adults and my little sisters needed a hero. After that incident, i told myself that i shall never ever want to have anything to do with these ugly creatures that have discardable tails.

My husband was very exasperated with my phobia and would always question my lizard catching abilities if one was ever found trying to devour my future children.

I don’t know about my future children but i was a "hero" in my  eyes at the kindergarten today. You see, my children were doing very well after the school holidays and my class have been very well controlled. However, as in every week the children gets noisier as we reach nearer to Friday-and today was a Thursday…

I brought the children to class and started to teach. Then I noticed blood on the floor just next to my shoes. I realized i stepped on something and stooped down to have a closer look. To my horor, it was a lizard’s tail! Perhaps i stepped on the vile creature and it escaped. (Eww…my hairs are standing even as i am writing now.) Nonetheless, I would have screamed my head of if i was at home and I would be running to my husband for comfort. Perhaps i would even bawl like a baby. But guess what, I stood there staring at that broken piece of meat and thought of my class. I could cover the tail with a small piece of newspaper and pray for the death of the lizard that belongs to it, but leave the thing there on the spot where I found it.

No, I wanted to do that with all my heart-except I knew what panic would erupt if my class children found out about it. So, like a murderer trying to destroy evidence, I took a piece of tissue paper and quietly picked the "thing" up and walked to the bin and disposed it. Come to think of it, in my haste to teach I forgot to wash my hands. Eww….

I guess it goes to say I’ll make a lousy murderer. But i sure make a good hero!

I have always thought that I loved children and related very well with them. As such, I would have no problems as a kindergarten teacher. Little did i know, to teach a child and to play with one is as far as heaven is from the earth.

I struggled for many months to learn how to discipline them and love them at the same time. The pressure and discouragement was great. Then, I learnt how important it is to pray and let God do His work. It was the day i laughed with my children.

We were coming back to class from computer lessons and i was struggling to keep my class under control. In an attempt to have them walk quietly i told my children to "walk like a mouse". That didn’t seem to work as the rowdy ones were just as ‘busy’. Then I gave them rewards for behaving. It did work as each child slowly began to quieten down & pay attention- all except for one child who persistently asked, "who pengsan?". How did my "walk like a mouse" become "somebody pengsan" I do not know. I tried to ignore him in a futher attempt to control the class. Reprimanding him didn’t seem to work anymore, you see.

He was a loud child, and so with all the maturity of a 6 year old he proclaimed to the whole class that he knew what to do. "Call polis, dial 999!". I stood in front of the children i was so fustrated with and did nothing but laughed. For a minute, I just laughed. I laughed till tears rolled from my eyes…and my children laughed with me.

I still do not know why the statement tickled me. All I knew that day was that "the joy of the Lord is my strength."