It just amazes me how fast time goes. I just read a post on our friends blog about summer going too fast and I believe that life is going too fast. It is nice that sometimes (not often enough) I can sit back and really look at my little babies and thank God for them. And for the people who help to care for them.
Ella started a new daycare today. She has been at a family day care across the street and it was a wonderful experience but for reasons we decided to switch to a daycare center.
What a great experience my little Bean had today. She spent a full day outside, making mud pies, painting...and finally napping. No TV ALL DAY!! She was so happy today when she got home, no whining, no back talk...just Bean. Just happy Bean.
It is such a scary experience to trust another adult with your child, your heart - literally. I am confident though that she will have fun and be in a good environment...and be able to get dirty!
8.22.2008
My Bean...
It just amazes me how fast time goes. I just read a post on our friends blog about summer going too fast and I believe that life is going too fast. It is nice that sometimes (not often enough) I can sit back and really look at my little babies and thank God for them. And for the people who help to care for them.
Ella started a new daycare today. She has been at a family day care across the street and it was a wonderful experience but for reasons we decided to switch to a daycare center.
What a great experience my little Bean had today. She spent a full day outside, making mud pies, painting...and finally napping. No TV ALL DAY!! She was so happy today when she got home, no whining, no back talk...just Bean. Just happy Bean.
It is such a scary experience to trust another adult with your child, your heart - literally. I am confident though that she will have fun and be in a good environment...and be able to get dirty!
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I can't imagine putting my child in the hands of a stranger making minimum wage. I will be the one to teach my children the things that they need to know. Me. Their mother. The one that loves them more than anyone, and whose love can't be substituted or duplicated. I will be the one making mud pies and playing outside and kissing scraped knees and teaching morals and values.
It's a sacrifice to stay at home. Some even say they "lose their identity," but I have gained mine.
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