If I had a dime for every time I heard, "I don't know how you do Daycare. I could never do it." I would be a very rich girl. Usually when I hear those words, I just smile and say something like, "Well, it's not for everyone." But, after doing a little thinking, I finally have my answer.
I've worked with adults. I've worked with kids. I'd rather work with kids. They laugh freely and say funny things, without worrying about what anyone else thinks. They always say, "sorry" when they hurt you. (Usually without being told.) Without saying a word, they know when you are feeling sad or mad or slightly crazy, (Like anywhere else, not everyday is cupcakes and fuzzy bunnies. But for the most part, it's great!) and give unconditional love and hugs all day long. They don't care what brand your clothes are, or what kind of car you drive. They don't care if your house isn't fancy. They love your couch with the stuffing falling out, and your walls and floors with the holes in them, because they spent many happy hours playing on that couch and those floors. (And over the years, they helped create those holes!) They think you are the smartest person in the whole wide world, and there isn't anything you don't know about. (Love that age!) And at the end of the day, they don't want to leave. But they do. Then in the morning, they come back. Ready to take on the world, breakfast and mickey mouse. As long as you are there by their side, there's nothing they can't do. It's quite an honor. Yes, I am blessed. It's what I do. I am a Child Care Provider. I am my own boss. I make my own rules. I am a superhero and a princess, wrapped up in one. What's not to love?
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Monday, July 1, 2013
Once every other month or so, I make the long haul to Fargo to hit Sam's club and a few other stores that aren't around here. Also, on that list, is a little lunch at one of my two favorite places. Chili's or Buffalo Wild Wings. I love Chili's. It was also my favorite restaurant when I lived in Florida. Whenever I eat there, I always feel like I am transported back in time and still there. I've shared many meals with friends and my mom in Chili's. It's homey and sweet and just a comforting place to be. I love Chili's. I always shop alone and I have no problem dining alone either. I just bring my book, ask for a table in the back and sit back and enjoy being waited on. (I put in my time as a waitress many years ago. I love being the customer now!) So, I pulled up to my first choice, Chili's. What I saw made me almost burst into tears. I swear my stomach balled up into a knot and my mouth opened, and out came a almost sobbing...."No...noooo...nooooooo!!!!" Look what they did to Chillis!!
I was just sick. With a heavy heart, I slowly drove my car through the mall parking lot, to turn around and head to my second choice. Buffalo Wild Wings. As I came around the corner though, something big and red caught my eye. I swear the clouds opened, the sun shined brighter, and I think I even heard the angels sing a chorus of, Hallelujah! There it was! My beloved Chilis! It wasn't gone. It had just moved to the mall! It wasn't open yet, but that was o.k. As long as I knew it would be there, waiting for me on my next trip to Fargo, all was once again well with my soul.
I'll be back!
A friend of Tim's was tearing a little deck off the side of his house. He asked Tim if he wanted it, so Tim brought it home and put it on the side of our house. He made a comment that there wasn't as much room to sit once you put the grill on the deck too. So....Landon made us a bench! Man, I love that boy!
Clyde went to kitty heaven to be with Rosie and Roll-O.
He gave us 15 years of unconditional love.
Our hearts will never be the same.