baby b – “ we’re going on “bacation” in our car, we’re going to the beach!”
baby j – “I’m a mermaid!”
baby b – “you can’t be a mermaid we’re in the car!”
If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution – Emma Goldman
Unfortunately _____ does not have his bag with him today. His sister vomited in the car on the way to school. His bag was one of the lucky ones that got hit. I’m sure he told you. My mom will be picking him up today at the bus stop. Thanks so much!
Your present circumstances don’t determine where you can go; they merely determine where you start. – Nido Qubein
2 kinders cross paths at the doorway of our little classroom bathroom – one coming in, one exiting. the one exiting has pants down and is walking out like nothing is unusual and is on a sunday stroll in the park. one coming in yells out, ‘cover that up! no one needs to see your _____ (anatomically correct body part)!!’ – like a very bad day at the park. well said, little one.
I have as much privacy as a goldfish in a bowl.
i love everything about baby soccer. the babies, so cute in their jerseys, and shin guards and special shoes, are running up and down and off the field, looking for parents, saying hi to siblings and relatives who come to watch, stopping to pet a dog, following a shiny object, laying on the field crying, shrieking occasionally, taking water breaks from the exhaustion of standing on a line, asking to go to the playground just over the fence, running for sudden bathroom breaks – the fun is endless. coach does his best, just trying to harness everyone into one area and make sure they have a shirt on. he is patient and kind and cares about his budding athletes.
here, my grandbaby b scores a goal, and then the reactions come. she stares at it wondering what is going on, and other players respond accordingly; check for a boo-boo on a leg, hang on parents, turn their backs, stand and look down the field, and one even run towards her, after the fact. it is truly a sport unto it’s own. there is no ego, no celebration dance, just pure wonder.
happy to welcome my kindergarten back yesterday, and not only the children, but the parents as well. i gain so much wisdom from them everyday. one mother, returning with her 3rd young child, reminded me of how she’s able to get everyone dressed and off to school on time. i have always seen this process as a minor miracle, having had to deliver 3 young ones to school at one point in my own life.
she told me she does the laundry and then simply dumps all of it into one giant pile. the kids then climb and all forage around it, until they are able to put an outfit together. and that’s it, they are ready for the day. no stress, and always an adventure for all. i think this is brilliant.
‘it’s better to have loved and lost than to do 40 pounds of laundry a week.’
– salvatore dali
each of us has experienced, at one time or another, a certain level of impatience while waiting to break in, or fall in, to our chosen life’s work. some are better at expressing this than others, and my niece, finn, is one of them.
while some might see this as a cheap way of getting out of buying a new toy, felix sees it otherwise. instead of going to the store, he took his giant pipe cleaners and created his own new stuffed friend, ‘crazyanimal’ and they are very happy together.
‘your imagination is your preview of life’s coming attractions’ – albert einstein