i am not a mother...i am just me

i am not a mother in the sense that i have children.  i dont have children.  i work with children, i spend time with the children of the people that i do work with.  i care a lot for the children that i grew up babysitting.  i have children that i have worked with in the past who i have lost touch with and that does make me sad...but i still think about them.  i remember the children i work with because i want so much for them to grow up and be happy and healthy.  not all of the children i work with have behavioral issues or mental health issues...but my wishes for them are all the same...i will protect the children that i am close to with every fiber of my being. i dont want to see them hurt..i want to see them smile, i want to hear them laugh..i want them to know that there is happiness, care and comfort in the world..i want them to know that they can be anything they want to be, that their lives are not set in the area and conditions that they have grown up in.  I want for them what i didnt have growing up.  i may not have any children myself..but i have influence over a small group of children.  the ones who come and talk to me and ask the same questions three times because i am listening to them..because they just want attention..they want to be heard..they want to feel like they matter and that they are important..and i may not be able to do everything i want to for them..but i can at least help them feel loved, wanted and important... that is what i do...that is what i strive for...i dont want to watch these children grow up thinking that there circumstances are all define them..that all they know is what they grew up with...and there is more to life than that...they have their whole lives ahead of them..and i want them to know that..to understand that there is a whole world to explore and see...that the world is not just where they live, what they hear, and what they see on  daily basis...there is so much more...so very much more...