First day back after the holiday. My God, I’m loving this mug of coffee here in my hand.
Again, I experienced something this morning, that made me smile. It’s happened quite a lot of times actually and thought I’d share it here.
My youngest is only two, and he’s in a daycare with three other children around the same age. There’s one other boy and two girls.
And when we come in, and I’m putting away his extra clothes and diapers and what not, one of the girls will come out and help my son out of his jacket and take his boots off, in a gentle and kinda caring way. This morning, this tiny, kinda shy, smiling cutie got down on both knees and helped him outta his clothes and booties.
It’s just a fun little game to them, but this is the second girl to start doing it. I normally do it, but when both kids involved find it fun, I of course let them and his daycarer and I will stand there, smiling at them.
It’s so adorable, seeing the instinctive female sense of nurturing on display. And these are girls from families where both parents work but with dad carrying the biggest load + they’re in a daycare in a private home. No feministic bullshit has been spewed to them. And in their daycare they see the daycarer’s husband leave for his job, and the ‘mom’ in the house cares for the children, cooks, bakes and plays with them. They see the old fashioned way. I’m happy my boy is there, and didnt start his daycare-days in a nursery with 8000 other kids.
Ah well, should get back to work. Take care, all.