Why I Chose Children
The following video has to be watched on YouTube. You should definitely watch it though. It's a must! Just make sure you come back to read the article.
Introducing my Point! Enjoy!
Why DID I choose children?
I know after watching that video some of you must be wondering how in the world that supports my title Why I Chose Children. It's simple. I chose children because, despite the havoc they potentially create everywhere they go, despite the potential destruction they inflict on everything they touch, I tend to focus on their good aspects. I mean, I see the bad stuff kids do. They cry, they complain, they break things, they throw tantrums, they... cry. Oh, and did I mention they cry? Despite all that, I would rather befriend a child any day.
Now don't get me wrong, I have nothing against adults (though adolescents annoy me--and I'm a teen myself). I just chose children.
By now you must be wondering: what is she taking about "choosing children?" Why am I choosing? What's choice got to do with anything? Allow me to explain.
Notice: I may refer to children as "mine". Just keep in mind that I'm not a mother. Just a reminder. Also, the age group I'm referring to is 0 - 8-ish. Anyway, proceed--
What I want to be "when I grow up"
I decided at at very young age that I was going to be a doctor. No one put the thought in my mind yet for as long as I can remember, I've had my heart set on becoming a doctor. When people asked me what kind of doctor I wanted to be I usually said that I wanted to take care of children. Of course kids change their career choices more often than they change their clothes, but I've always stuck to doctor.
Along the way I've added occupations to my future M.D. I've wanted to be a singing-doctor, a piano-playing doctor, a dancing-doctor, a writing-novels-doctor... You name it. I even wanted to be a hair-dresser-doctor and I was no good at doing people's hair. Now that brings me to one of my points about children--their overestimation... but I'll get to that later. I digress, sorry... Moving along...
There were other combinations of what kind of doctor I wanted to be. There was an animal doctor, a dog doctor, an exotic animal doctor, a baby doctor. Then I began learning new words and I wanted to be a pediatrician, an obstetrician, a veterinarian and a neonatologist. For years I toggled between vet and pediatrician. Vet--pediatrician, vet--pediatrician, vet... psychologist. Huh?
Yes, psychologist. Now, yes I'm aware that a psychologist is not a doctor. Not an M.D. at least. More like a doctor of philosophy. In middle school I discovered that I had to dissect a cadaver in medical school. My perfect picture of my future doctor self fell off a shelf somewhere in my mind. I have no idea where psychologist came from. It just popped into my mind one day. I have no idea how. Then I was toggling between child psychologist and music therapist.
For my entire middle school career I was focused on child psychologist and every now and then, music therapist. Then came high school and all of a sudden... pop! I'm going to be a child psychiatrist. No, a neonatologist. No, a pediatrician... obstetrician? *Sigh*.
Still, as you may have noticed, children were always involved in my future plan. I knew somehow I'll be working with children, their psychiatric and mental issues, their birth or their issues after birth. My equation was usually "me + insert career here = children". Yet, teacher never crossed my mind. Never. Strange...
I've Been Through the Fire
For years I've labeled myself "The Master Babysitter." I know I'm not the best babysitter in the world but I'm a good one because I genuinely care about each and every child I look after. I've been babysitting since I was 11 years old. At that age I rapidly built up a tolerance for the screaming, the tantruming, the complaining, the tears, the soiled diapers, the upchucked milk, the colic, everything.
The youngest baby I've taken care of was 5 weeks old. Yeah, 5 WEEKS. Right now she's 4 years old so I'm pretty much a professional now. Don't you think? I've had the honor to watch this beautiful, dependent baby girl grow into a want-to-be-independent, precocious toddler. I've been through the almost neurotic mood swings of her her terrible twos and terrible threes. I was there in her inconsolable moments when she cried for hours straight. I've even put up with her physical abuse (because they do get abusive when they're angry).
I've survived her irritability when she was teething, tended to her fever during the night, and soothed her when she was coughing so much that she couldn't breathe. I've been vomited on, defecated on, urinated on... Okay, I'll stop there because I'm getting graphic.
What's the Point?
The point I'm trying to prove to you is, I'm not just a teenager who sees these cute little minature people as, well... minature people. I don't see them as toys to be played with and returned to their parents. I'm not ignorant in this area. Not at all. I know all the bad stuff.
Many times, when I'm babysitting my 4-year-old and I'm around older children, the older children want to take her home. They want to play with her some more. They ask her to go home with them and she says yes but I know that once Ms. I'm Independent gets sleepy, she's going to want me. As a matter of fact, I've seen it. The older kids were shocked one day when someone said something to upset Missy and she started bawling, boohooing. They couldn't calm her down. As soon as I came back into the room, Baby Girl ran to me and hugged me tightly, wetting me with her tears and snot and saliva. She was sleepy. That's all.
I'm very well aware of the good, the bad and the ugly. I've taken care of newborns and infants, toddlers and older children alike overnight. I've taken care of an infant and a toddler at the same time for a week straight once. Yes, a week straight. That's 168 hours in a row! I've learned that children are NOT angels. And I say that fondly.
Kids Say the Darndest Things
For the Hub's sake I'm going to call my 4-year-old "Missy". For those who's aware with the Geico commercials, here's a scenario I think you'll enjoy.
Me: "Hey, Missy. What's that?"
Missy: "That the money you can save with gotta go."
Missy: "That's the money you can save with GOTTA GO!"
Me: "Gotta go? No, you mean Geico, don't you?"
Missy looks at me as though I have a dozen heads.
Missy, mater of factly: "NO! I said GOT-TA GO!"
That scenario demonstrates how children use the words they know. Geico didn't make sense to Missy because it's not a word she knows. However, she knows the phrase "gotta go".
When she was one, she used to say "You're welc," after I said thank you. Can I have something to eat used to be one word: "Peassss."
Oh, how about my two-year-old twin's favorite book: "Coo-was George go yai-beh-we". That is Curious George Goes to the Library. Or the repeated instruction to "ton yeft, not white."
11 Things I like About Children
1) First of all, they're cute. Even if a baby is not cute, they usually appear cute, don't they? It doesn't make any sense. Yet, we as humans can look at a not so good looking baby and say "aww". Maybe it's the size. Sadly we don't stay cute (hee hee).
2) They're loving. Children are huggers and kissers. They can't go through the day without hugging their loved ones. Even if the best grip they can get is around the person's legs, they find away to give a hug. Oh, and let's not forget the big, wet kisses. Children's love is always unconditional; Adults can love conditionally.
3) They're genuine. Children are naturally good. I may be contradicting original sin and such but let's not get that deep. Children's goal, no matter how bad they may seem, is usually to be good. They want to be good, not because they know it's right, but because it would make the ones they love happy. Adults are deceptive.
4) They're forgiving. To put it bluntly, you can punish a child (even slap them on the behind) and they would give you a hug in return. That always baffles me. They tend to turn to the punisher for comfort. Adults hold grudges.
5) They're present-oriented. Children don't care about your past hang-ups. As long as mommy, daddy, sister, brother, cousin, whoever is there for them now and is doing a good job, that's good enough for them. Adults tend to bring up past events.
6) The gramatical mistakes they make: "Daddy goed to the store." "I drawed a picture for you." Well... adults make grammatical mistakes too but it's not so cute then, is it?
7) They overestimate their skills. Children think they can be superman, a doctor, a lawyer, a fireman, a banker and a movie star all at once. Adults underestimate themselves.
8) The way they pronounce words. Many children have a lisp or they can't say "L's" or "R's". "I'm thowy I howt you, thister." Think Michelle Tanner from the sitcom Full House. In adults, pronunciation issues are issues.
9) Their positivity. There's always a silver lining with children. They carry around their own rainbows in case there's a storm. Adults teach kids pessimism.
10) Their egocentrism. In the case of young children, this term doesn't imply vanity. It refers to children's inability to differentiate themselves from others. They think that what they see, what they think, their experiences are everyone else's. Take for example this phone conversation between Missy and her mom.
Mom (over the phone): Hi, Missy. Is that you?
Mom: Missy, are you there?
Missy nods again.
Missy: Yes, mommy?"
Mom: Are you okay?
11) Childhood is a temporary stage. Childhood is special time. I love children because childhood is a time to savor. It's a time to learn, to have fun, to laugh, to cry. Children truly are special. They are the future. They're the innocence of this world. The hope of this world. Children are the best!
On Last Point
ENOUGH SAID... POINT MADE. :)
I look forward to your comments.