To the keepers of the little people
Dear keepers of the little people,
Just a little note to say, I appreciate you so much.
As a pseudo only child with siblings much older than me, I spent much of my time as a child around adults. People would often say to me, “you have an old soul.” At the time, I never really knew if I should take that as a compliment or not, but now I realize they were right. I did have an old soul for a young person.
I benefited much from my time spent in the company of adults, but it also left me somewhat unfamiliar with the rollicking, boisterous inner workings of a large family. Before having my own children, I babysat and adored my nieces and nephews, but I wasn’t particularly practiced at the art of imaginative play, teaching or being silly. So, I have always admired those who have a special way with children. The teachers, care givers, moms and grand moms who make it look easy and effortless. The ones the children embrace and adore. They are the stewards of a very meaningful and influential gift.
Each day I drop Jack & Jamison off at day care, I am so grateful for the open arms and hearts that receive them. How lucky we are as parents to have a safe place to drop our kids off each morning when we go to work. To drop them off to incredible women who are genuinely happy to see them. To know they will be nurtured, taught and heard. To know they will be filled up with the things I would try to fill them up with each day if I could: activities, art, books and outdoor play. And, to not worry. To know that whatever comes up during the day will be taken care of, like I would’ve taken care of it.
Thank you for loving and taking care of my Jack and Jamison each day when I drop them off.
Thank you for having rose colored glasses when it comes to giving me their end of the day report. But also, thank you for telling me the truth about when they’re having struggles, being naughty or not feeling so good. Thank you for wiping runny noses, cleaning up boo-boos and giving hugs. Thank you for changing what probably feels like a hundred diapers a day and thank you for being patient with them while they potty train.
Thank you to the strict ones, the quiet ones, the silly ones and the constant ones.
Some days I drop off my boys and I know that you’re tired. And I know you have a long day ahead of you, but thank you for giving them your all anyways. Thank you for having the intentional focus and patience to guide and love my children, while yours may be at home or school.
Thank you for providing a place where they can be hugged and held, and even snuggled when needed. A place where they are taught how to share, to read and to play. A place where they learn how to balance routine and structure along with creative free time.
Thank you for watering the seeds I am trying to plant of empathy, kindness and sharing. Thank you for gently guiding them along when it comes to interacting with their friends and learning the world is bigger than them. And, thank you for things I don’t even know about, but I’m confident that occur each day.
Thank you for not making me feel like an idiot when I’ve forgotten their swim diapers, their snow pants or a new package of diapers. And thank you for just making it work when you can with extra boots, mittens or creams. Thank you for your generosity of spirit. It means so much to me.
I know down the line there will be more caregivers and more teachers, but for now, this little window of time when I am dropping off my babies at their most vulnerable and impressionable stage, I’m so grateful. When Jack & Jamison are not with me, Jason or their grandparents, I am so appreciative I can drop off these two little people, who make up our entire world, at a place that is so deserving of their care.
Thank you Sara, Beth, Maria, Billie, Meena, Brooke, Nicki, Niki, Brandi, Anne, Rachel and Amy at Plymouth Children’s Center.
Forever In My Heart
Although I’m not their mother
I care for them each day,
I cuddle, sing and read to them
And watch them as they play.
I see each new accomplishment,
I help them grow and learn.
I understand their language,
I listen with concern.
They come to me for comfort,
And I kiss away their tears.
They proudly show their work to me,
I give the loudest cheers!
No, I’m not their mother,
But my role is just as strong.
I nurture them and keep them safe,
Though maybe not for long.
I know someday the time will come,
When we will have to part.
But I know each child I cared for,
Is forever in my heart!
~ Author Unknown ~