warm and fuzzy

I am a cheeseball beyond belief. And this right here is going to justify that


Every wednesday I spend two hours helping latino elementary schoolers read, its a requirement for my Sociology class. Tonight we had a reflection where myself and 5/6 other students at other elementary school placements just sat and talked about how our placements were and how the kids are and how it effects us and all this touchy feely stuff. And I walked away feeling right at home.  We just talked about how important we are to this kids and how the littlest thing can make a huge difference for them. And once again I was reminded of my passion and love for helping kids and how I just want to surround myself with people who have the same passion and someday in my life that is what I want to do, somehow.


I thought about Young RYLA and how it is perfect and how much i love it
And i thought about the kiddos that cling on and how the attachment goes both ways. And how I want to commit myself to more time with kids and have that be a life long thing, cause more than anything else it fuels me to be better and bigger and makes me love life and see things in a totally different perspective. And how much I admire people who feel the same and who can open their eyes to differences and step back and remind themselves of how fortunate they are and who have their priorities a little more similar to mine than others.


My heart is smiling right now. And when it does this I gotta grab on to the feeling and run, cause Im guilty of forgetting, of getting caught up in my own little silly life and getting in ruts. So right now Im gonna promise myself again to do things with kids, all sorts of ages and backgrounds and places for the rest of my life in whatever shape I can. :)