For this one, I found it quite hard at first but interesting (maybe for some). But since this is not forever mine, I always try to make it as wonderful as it can be for me and the little ones I am handling. There were times I had five students (happened only once) to teach and manage; but my real and constant students are only three. This includes Sophia, my daughther, and the Sularte brothers. Children should be 18 months up to three years in order to be in my class. In short, they are the toddlers who like to run a lot and can never sit still. They are just so excited to practice their recently developed motor skill. Sometimes, too, they don’t seem to listen at all. That’s why visuals are effective means to manage them. At two years old, their play is solitary. All they think about is ME, ME, ME or MINE, MINE, MINE! But when I read about this poem, this really inspired me a lot. This may not only be for teachers but for parents
as well with toddlers.Please read on. Thank you. 
To A Nursery Teacher
by Leslie Ethington (1981)
The Savior came to me one day
And said, in His kind and gentle way.
“Come, follow me. I have need of you
To do a job only a few can do.”
“Teach them love.”
I followed His footsteps one by one.
The joy I felt made me want to run.
We came to a door and He opened it wide.
He said once more, as I stood by His side,
“Teach them love.”
As the door opened there, I was eager to see
The special call the Lord had for me.
“These precious ones that you can see
Recently dwelled in Heaven with me.”
“Teach them love.”
Sitting there among a few odd toys
Were several little girls and boys.
“But they’re so small, Lord” I started to say.
“What can I teach these children today?”
“Teach them love.”
As I eagerly greet each girl or boy
And help them to share a game or a toy,
As I tenderly dry a little one’s tear
When he misses his mother and wants her near.
“I teach them love.”
As we discover the beauty of a butterfly wing
Or I teach them a little song to sing;
As I set an example and show them the way
The Savior would care if He were here today,
“I teach them love.”
“That’s my teacher,” I heard a little voice say
In a very proud and tender way.
And a tiny hand reached up to mine.
Then I thought, “This is a very special time.”
They teach me love.
“Dear Father,” I very humbly pray,
“Thank you for showing me today,
Through the eyes of this very little one,
The way I can be more like your Son.”
“Teach me love.”
