Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Different

I often feel the urge to write, but today the words don't flow like they did a few years back. I know in time the words will return, but today...

My days blur together. I arrive at the daycare early and stay til supper time. I hug as many little people as ask, and a few that don't, cook the food, and keep the kitchen clean. It's a decent job. It earns me enough money to get by, provides me with much needed love and affection, and keeps me busy doing something worthwhile.  I like it. Perhaps I even love it, but I still find myself longing for a week to wander the countryside with my camera, to sit on the floor with my grandchildren, or to eat a leisurely lunch with a friend. It's a different life than what I had four years ago, different from what I expected life would bring. And it's okay.

I'm making a difference. Perhaps there are those who wouldn't think so, but to a small child away from his or her mother for hours on end, I am making a difference. When a little one reaches for me or crawls into my lap, I am blessed with the privilege of wrapping him in my arms and rendering comfort. I am not mommy and I cannot take her place, but I can offer love, security, and friendship and I think that is pretty important, even if  one little girl did tell me, "We hate goulash." ha ha!

7 comments:

  1. ...making a difference is what life is all about.

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    1. Yes, a difference for the better.
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  2. You are a difference maker...and a good one at that. Adorable is the only word for that darling!!

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    1. I pray that is true.
      He is definitely a cutie.
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  4. Try this again, people like you make a huge difference. Being a full time working mom and having to use daycare for most of my working life it made a world of difference to know my kiddos were with people who cared and gave them love. Peace of mind is invaluable. Thank you for being a part of that.

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    1. You're welcome! I love them all. Even the "naughty" ones need someone to pick them up, give them a kiss, and tell them they're loved. I do what I can and they give back to me.
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