Early Arrivals is a childcare program that the YMCA runs in tons of schools in the Raleigh area. It starts at the crack of dawn and ends when the school bell rings for the kids to head to class. Working parents enroll their children for games, time with positive role models and safe care while they muscle their way through traffic to downtown Raleigh or Research Triangle Park.
Like many organizations the YMCA has had a few gaps with staffing. We are finding great folks to work in all areas of programs, but the first few weeks of school our youth team was slightly short staffed. Corporate office staff to the rescue!!
Now, I love kids. I built my career running camps and helping develop quality program standards for our Y’s massive service to youth. That being said, a 56 year-old should not be working at an early arrivals program.
Although I like Jenka, a game where you strategically stack blocks until the tower collapses, I don’t understand the thrill a kindergartener gets by crashing my painstakingly crafted tower. Rude!
One teeny girl with hair as big as Dolly Parton and a backpack covered with unicorns was not having any part of my planned group activity. Don’t let the rainbow colors on her hair bow fool you. She sassed the mess out of me.
Me: “Everyone come to the center circle of the gym! We’re going to play a game!”
I was bringing out the best of my old camp days.
Her: No movement toward the circle.
Me: “Come on over! We’re playing a game. It’s going to be fun!”
Her: “NO!!”
Me: “Please come over. We want everyone to play!”
As her head spun around she yelled: “NO!! NO! NO! NO! I’M NOT COMING!!”
The look in her eye told me that she fully meant what she said. This was going to take a different approach. I walked over to her with my serious face.
Me: “I SAID come to the circle.”
She then ran to the corner of the room, threw herself on the ground in a very dramatic way, and started sobbing. I felt like doing the same. 7:45 AM is much too early for a tantrum.
In my younger days, I could have commanded the audience. But now, I think the kids can sense my weakness. He’s old. He’s tired. We don’t know him. Boomer…
Another kid refused to sit out when he got hit in dodgeball. That is cheating I rationally explained (at the Y honesty is one of the key character traits that we teach). He was uninterested in honesty and very interested in staying in the game. Understandably, this was very disturbing to the star player on the other team.
The tears still continued in the corner.
Although I had some challenges over my three substitute sessions at Early Arrivals, I also met the cutest kid ever making a card for his sick grandfather, saw an older child with great care help his younger brother prepare his water bottle for class and saw strong connections between the Y youth counselors and the kids in the program.
Children need to be in school right now. Children need to play and cut up and express themselves, even if it’s dissatisfaction. They get that at the Y.
Each year our YMCA raises funds in our Annual We Build People Campaign to support children who need Y programs but who cannot afford to participate. For the next two days, we are working to raise $500,000 in our 48 Giving Challenge. If you’re able, consider a gift, click on this link. https://give.ymcatriangle.org/fundraiser/3493671
Thank you!
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