These 'rascals' provide a joy to us old farts when we are consumed by life issues. Deep in our stresses over bills, heart breaks, laundry, and food.
One little gesture or hug by a child gives you, can take away the every day stresses for just a split second.
Yet, they can provide the horrendous tantrums that make you question:
"Why did I wake up this morning?"
"Why am I here?"
or my favorite of them all:
"Is it possible for them to just... SHUT UP?!"
Obviously, these questions remain just in thought. Unless you are a savage individual that doesn't mind getting a blank look from the wide eyed alien looking specks.
Just thinking about the daunting look they give as a sign of a waving white flag/apology. Gets me an awe? It's interesting how much power they have as individuals when they don't even know the difference between "you're" or "your".
I mean even certain grown ups can't tell the difference between the modified "you's".
Grammar is tricky. I don't blame y'all.
My point is that, kids just don't get the whole grammar function or the function of decision making at an adult life scale. Yet, they can manipulate someone with a daunt look.
M I N D B L O W I N G.
I work with children.
Children from six months to 2-year olds.
The group most fascinating to me is infants, mainly because I work one on one with them. They can cry for hours and still have vocal chords to cry for several more.
Honestly, singers or any vocal artist should take notes because they hold the power of maintaining their vocals in shape.
The other day I had the luck of having an infant cry bloody murder for three hours out of my five hour work shift.
My co-workers tried their best to assist me with the child and my sanity.
To my dismay, the child wasn't complying to anything or anyone and as for my sanity. It was at its peak for a sudden meltdown.
I knew from then that there was no turning back from having a great day.
To allow myself the relief of finishing a dreadful shift. I let some tears out when I walked out of the day care building and made a playlist to commemorate the stressful day.
Yes, playlists make me feel soooo great and I love to share music with people.
It's an awesome way to know someone and communicate.
Therefore, I have decided to share the Crying Babies Meltdown playlist with y'all.
Moral of the story: If you are having a shitty day, make a playlist and share it with someone.
(You can follow me on Spotify fyi. I won't be weirded out or anything.)
- Karla Yeseñia López
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