Day care


We visited a day care center a few days ago. (Although they call themselves a school, because they focus on learning all day.)

We saw the infant room where you would nap, and the little seat where you would sit and bounce and play for 20 minutes at a time during the day.

The infant teacher we met is from Argentina, so she speaks both English and Spanish to the babies all day. The teacher offered to help us as new parents, because we (especially me) don’t have a lot of experience with children. Our brothers all have children, you have 13 cousins on your mommy’s side and three on my side. So your mommy and I have changed diapers and fed babies, but it’s been a long time. Your mom was once a foster parent for a little boy, and she took care of him . . . but again, it was some years ago.

We really like this school and think it would be good for you. It’s walking distance from mommy’s school.

I was really overwhelmed by the school – all the colors and pictures and decorations and games and music and activities. And all the little people.

Today, you’re a little, five weeks-old baby, but much too fast, you’ll be rolling over, and then climbing out of bed, then getting dressed and you’ll fast become a little person, just like the little people I saw at the school.
I get a little overwhelmed when I think about you being only five weeks old, and how quickly the five weeks have passed by . . . and how fast the next five months will pass, and then five years, and your whole life, in the blink of an eye.

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