Abuelitas Daycare

She started school this morning, And she seemed so very small. As I walked there beside her In the Kindergarten hall.... And as she took her place beside the others in the class, I realized how all too soon Those first few years can pass. Remembering, I saw her as She first learned how to walk. The words that we alone made out When she began to talk. This little girl so much absorbed In learning how to write. It seems as though she must have grown To girlhood overnight. My eyes were blurred by hastily I brushed the tears away Lest by some word or sign of mine I mar her first big day. Oh how I longed to stay with her And keep her by the hand To lead her through the places That she couldn't understand. And something closely kin to fear Was mingled with my pride. I knew she would no longer be A baby by my side. But she must have her chance to live, To work her problems out, The privilege to grow and learn What life is all about. And I must share my little girl With friends and work and play; She's not a baby anymore -- She's in Kindergarten today.

The child must know that he is a miracle, that since the beginning of the world there hasn't been, and until the end of the world there will not be, another child like him. Pablo Casals 1876 - 1973

Sticky fingers ' tangled hair, scattered crayons, everywhere. Fancy artwork ' on the wall ' drawn by children ' three feet tall. Tell me why ' and tell me how '... that was mine ' I want it NOW! Fix my bike. Buy me gum. If you have it, I want some. Dirty faces, grass-stained knees, learning words ' like pretty please. Endless hugs & goofy wet kisses, learning respect with 'Mr.' & 'Mrs.' Scraped-up hands, from falling down. Tender tugs - - on my night gown. Need more paper ' for Santa's letter? I wasn't so bad ' but I've been better. Watching a movie ' again and again ' Mommy, please ' put the tape back in. Messy fingers ' hair gone wild ' all in the life ' of a precious child !! Debra S. Higginbotham