Entries Tagged as 'daycare'

Thursday, July 2nd, 2015

The Power of Old Friends

They met when they could barely even wave across the room to each other, when they were young enough to nap multiple times a day and just be content smiling and reaching and maybe sitting up a bit. They were six and eight months old, happy babies in the same daycare room. They were toddlers, […]

Thursday, August 7th, 2014

I’m The Mom Who (Still) Cries On Daycare Move-Up Day

“Why are you crying, Mom?” Nora asked as I buckled her in the car seat. “I don’t really know,” I told her. Because, truthfully, I don’t really know why I was crying. Today was Miles’ last day in his class at daycare. On Monday he will move up to the next class with a teacher […]

Monday, May 13th, 2013

A Letter Of Love And Thanks To My Daycare

Last night Nora graduated from pre-school, walking down the aisle in her cap and gown and celebrating five years of learning and growing and sharing with wonderful teachers who have loved her so well. How do you thank the women who have done so much for you? I wrote this in an attempt to show […]

Friday, May 10th, 2013

Facing New Fears

Five years ago I handed my six month old baby over to complete strangers. On that morning in August, I brought her bag full of sheets and blankets that smelled like home, pacifiers she’d never use, clothes for when she needed changing, bibs for mealtime and enough diapers and wipes for weeks at a time. […]

Tuesday, March 5th, 2013

Repeating

“You know you’ll have to brush your hair before school every day when you start kindergarten,” I say, not really thinking. “Why?” “Because that’s what big girls with long hair do. They take care of it, brush it. Then it won’t get so tangled like this.” “I hate brushing my hair.” “Maybe we should cut […]

Tuesday, November 20th, 2012

Magic Friends

I never get to see Nora with her friends, really. I see her hug them when we get to daycare in the morning. I see her wish them goodbye as she runs off to hug me when I pick her up in the afternoons, but I never really get to witness how she is with […]

Monday, August 20th, 2012

Signs

From the back seat of the car on the way to school today, Nora explained that Uncle Ian had discerned the origins of the strange spots in our back yard. Expecting her to spit out some random, perhaps made-up plant name, I was only half listening when she said, in her most confident whisper: “They’re […]

Monday, July 30th, 2012

These Tears Need A Name

The tears spring up on me. I watch Miles pull his little lion around in circles, toddling, holding the blue string in his hand, and my eyes suddenly fill and feel warm. Nora cries, throws herself down on a chair to wallow in her pain or her tantrum and Miles runs to her and tries […]

Monday, July 16th, 2012

Some Things

Every morning when he wakes up, he grabs my face while I’m changing his diaper and he plants a big kiss on my cheek. All day long he runs over to me, arms wide open, hugs me as tightly as he can and then plants more toddler kisses on my cheeks. His favorite game, the […]

Tuesday, May 29th, 2012

Too Much

I had to leave her this morning in the lap of her teacher, a small curled-up thumb-sucking teary-eyed mess. She had started crying at home over a lost sandal and she just couldn’t stop. I couldn’t ask her too many times what was wrong or I would have become a teary-eyed mess myself. No matter […]

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