Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-35319541-20180505060219/@comment-35319541-20180509051842

My first job was babysitting, I grew up in a family of 5 me second to the oldest and for as long as I can remember, I was surrounded by younger children. My mom would babysit up to 7 more besides us, and I would come home from school to feed 5 little ones in high chairs all at the same time! My first volunteer job was for with, oh shoot, the name now eludes me, but they worked with disabled little ones. I was instructed on how to help a child learn to crawl, it was so fun and easy, when the little girl did it on her own all the other adult staff started cheering, they said she had never done that before, and I started crying for joy that she could finally crawl. After that experience, mom had a little one with CP, leg braces and thick glasses, she was a pistal, when she did something she shouldn't have done she knew enough to cover her butt. But I loved babysitting her. Then later worked in an infant to 3 year old handicapped school that was the job I mourned for the most, had the same kids plus a couple of new ones for almost three years, one little boy I wanted to take home and adopt, he was taken away from his parents for abuse and would not talk, or anything, just stand or sit and stare, I got to put in on the low trampoline and got the first smile out of him in 2 years, needless to say, I cried over joy for that blessed child's smile! I could go on and on but probably shouldn't needless to say they have all touched my heart even 40 years later.