Growing up I’ve always been told I look like my dad. Our personalities on the other hand, are very different. He was my basketball coach in 3rd grade and all of my high school years. I can’t even count how many times the both of us wanted to quit because either I wasn’t being tough enough or he was too hard on me. I don’t really blame him, I’m kind of a wimp….
But then there’s my mom. She and I don’t share as many physical features but we are two peas in a pod. We share many of the same likes and dislikes, and our passion is the same; kids.
Eleven years ago she opened a preschool in our home town. I was in 5th grade at the time and even then, whenever we had fridays off, I would go to the preschool to help my mom teach. Now, for the past 3 years I have been teaching there as her full-time assistant. I also nanny on the side and watch kids at my house 5 days a week.
Some people think I’m crazy for loving being around these kids so much. My husband thought I was weird that I would miss them just over the weekend. My mom would always say, “it fills my cup.” and that really is the best way to describe it.
If I’m having a hard day or I’m feeling unmotivated, all it takes is a few hugs from a 3 year old or them saying something funny like, “penguins can’t be trusted” and I’m good to go for the rest of the day!
Realizing how much I love my job has made me see how important it is find something that “fills your cup” on a regular basis. Pastor Wayne Cordeiro says it best in this message he preached. He talks about figuring out what fills and what drains your tank and why it’s important to know these things. I am a firm believer that you give out what you put in and if you are not allowing yourself to be filled up, what is left for you to pour out to your husband, kids, friends, or those who are hurting?
I feel so incredibly blessed that I get to say that I LOVE my job and it’s really the only job I’ve ever had. Someday I may find other things that fulfill me but I know that kids will always be a part of my life, even long after I’ve had my own, and I get to thank my mother for that.
What fills your cup?