Kindergarten Teacher And Something About Love

Damar is such a popular boy for his age. I'm not kidding. I'm not the only one who has such an opinion. When I leaved for work yesterday, Damar already had three guests, five with the adults. This morning, two girls. You may think that I am happy for this fact. Not totally true. Sometimes our -or Damar's- guests drive me insane.

Imagine these scenes:
- Abdillah grabbed Damar's boots, Damar grabbed Abdillah's face. Damar's mom grabbed his son. Mbak Fari grabbed Abdillah. Damar cried. Abdillah cried.
- Neng built something with legos. Damar disassembled it. Neng pinched Damar's hand. Damar yanked Neng's hair. Damar's mom yelled, "no fight! No fight!" They continued hurting each other. Damar's mom grabbed his son. Damar cried.
- Ipan ran and teased Damar. Damar walked fast, tried to catch him. Damar tangled by his own feet. Damar cried. Ipan went on running and teased him.
- Ipan played a ball. Abdillah wanted his turn to kick the ball. Ipan won't let him. Abdillah cried. Mbak Fari yelled at Ipan then locked him out of his own house. Ipan got into Damar's home and turned the TV on, loudly.
... and there were many more. Believe me, even their harmless michief could make me so upset.

What make it harder is that Damar enjoy being with his friends. No matter how loud his crying because of his friends' behaviour, it'll be louder if I take him away from them. It always ends up with he's being really mad at me. That's why everytime we hear someone calling Damar's name outside our home, Damar smiles wide and I frown. Sometimes a really bad thought comes into my head that Damar will love his friends better than his own mom. Oh please God, don't let that happens. I am not afraid being called an egoistic mother. I love him and I want him to love me. I hope someday he'll understand that all that I do was nothing but to protect him.

I am positively sure that I can be very patient with my own boy but not to other kids. That's why I was really surprised when yesterday Mbak Fari asked me, "are you a kindergarten teacher?" Wa ha ha, I am so grateful that I am not! Mbak Las will suit better. It's so lucky we have her.