Our day care center is run by my school district. It’s superlative. Really. We love it.
Since school started this week, Grace started back to day care again. She is adjusting much better than I am. It’s just a fact of life.Ã‚
Grace was in the Nursery last year. I had come to know the Nursery teachers very well, and I was apprehensive about the big move over to the Toddler room this year. Of course, my worry was for naught (isn’t most worry for naught?) because the Toddler teachers are just as wonderful as the Nursery teachers. Ã‚ And the Tweenie teachers are really lovely, too.
What’s that? You don’t know what a Tweenie is?
Dear Reader! I learned this week that a Tweenie is a tot who is too old for the Toddler room but not quite old enough for the preschool. She’s in between. Typically, these are the older two- and younger three-year-old kiddos. Ã‚
Of course, I should know nothing about the Tweenie Room.
But I do because, in the afternoon, Gracie, my not-quite-fifteen-month-old baby is an honorary Tweenie.
The staff has made an exception for Gracie because she’s so much taller and bigger and moreÃ‚ independentÃ‚ than the other kids in the Toddler room. I guess she scares them. Or something.
During afternoon playtime, there’s only one teacher in the Toddler room, so she’s not able to keep all of the toddlers at the same time. She sends Grace over to hang with the Tweenie crowd.Ã‚
Grace is loving her time with the older kids. They’re all the same size. They talk to her and play with her, and she’s clearly having fun when I arrive. It’s a perfect situation for everyone.
Except me. Jumping to Tweenie is growing up a wee bit too fast for this Momma. Ã‚
Feel free to pat my shoulder and tell me it’s okay and kids are supposed to grow up and they all grow up too fast.Ã‚
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