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Thankful for Teachers

When we put Bug into day care at five months, I thought it would be the end of me.  I thought I was doing her some sort of injustice by sending her to day care at such a young age, even though I knew of so many kids who had started day care at six weeks and they loved it.  Honestly, it is so much harder on the parents than the kids.  These days, it's just not possible for all mommies to stay home with their babies so while searching for a day care facility, I took the following things into consideration:

1-Location in relation to home.
2-Location in relation to work.
3-What type of environment I grew up in.
4-What type of environment I wanted Bug to grow up in.  She would be spending the majority of her days there and I wanted it to mimic what type of environment she would have been in at home, had I been able to stay at home with her.
5-Teachers' education.

After visiting a ton of day cares, we found one and as we reach the one year mark of Bug being in day care at this particular facility, I cannot be anymore thankful for having chosen the one we did.  The teachers are amazing.  They have rules, yes.  Most importantly, though...they love her the way any aunt (and even mother!) would and that is the most important thing to me.  I've never seen teachers love on their kids the way these teachers do.  They've taught Bug so much and helped her to develop and keep her stimulated in a way I know would test my own patience.  I was counting my holiday blessings this year and the teachers topped the list.  My heart melts at the excitement on Bug's face when she sees them, and even how sad she gets when she has to leave at the end of the day. 

Before we went on Christmas break, we spent some time with Bug and her classmates and teachers.  Check it out.











Bug's view of Mommy and her classmate.


Ms. Nona, Ms. Ana, Ms. Silvana, Ms. Lilit, Ms. Marijean, Ms. Narine, and Ms. Karineh...they're all Bug's aunties and they are like family to us. So...as much as I would love to be at home with Buggy all day, every day, it's just not possible.  I am so grateful to be able to leave her with these women, five days a week, without having to worry about a single thing. Thank you!

God Bless,
Kat

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