Ah yes, it is only after about a week that I have the energy to write about the shower my kindergartners threw for me. Due to unusually high levels of excitement and a high consumption of sugar, the experience was touching and tiring all the same.
We played games. When it came to the objectives of winning, some understood better than others. For example, there was a baby relay for teams to perform tasks on a baby doll. I'm fairly certain that no one in the class realized that "relay" means "race". So rather than frantically going about the baby tasks (such as diapering a doll, putting socks on it and pushing in a stroller) the children pleasantly enjoyed the experience while the adults were wildly trying to motivate them to move faster.
I recieved a beautiful scrapbook of advice from parents, staff and the children about how to care for a baby. There are so many true jems of wisdom in there, like "Being a good parent doesn't mean always saying yes- sometimes it means saying no" or "Don't criticize how your husband cares for your baby, or he might stop trying" or "Don't ever think of Howie as your property... he is a soul in a tiny body who's been entrusted to your care for a short time. Treat him like the tiny person that he is. Listen to what he tries to tell you..." Some of my favorite kindergarten responses include:
"Don't let your baby drink from the (garden) hose"
"Don't run with your baby in your arms"
"If the baby is scared, buy him a nightlight"
"Let him play a lot, but make him clean up his toys and then give him money for putting his toys away"
"Pray with your baby so he knows God"
Such wisdom...
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I'd also like to add that you should allow Howie to dance on the roof of the car in his church shoes WITHOUT getting the spanking he deserves.
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