increased unwillingness

the odd is that i would be back at my alma mater. waves of doubt. have i been a good mentor? i simply cannot gauge. i fear to be rated. how would i fare at my second chance? would i stay in this profession that i am passionate about? or would i take on a different path? i love kids. simple gestures satisfy me. i entertain little tantrums. i appreciate strange encounters. i feel love on most days. would the kids in the new environment accommodate someone like me? i like my kids the way they are, regardless of height, size or foul-mouthed. i have my shortcomings as well. i asked if i were a good teacher. M.Y. gave me a "alright". that is not a bad thing or is it? lil Y.Z. runs to me like i am his mother, i like that strange attachment. a little closer each day makes things more complex. they are kind to me. however, life is not all that easy. decisions; tough ones and easy ones. when i go, i will miss you always. let us think of each other every once in a while. more confiding, more secrets, more trust.