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Who Would Have Thunk It!!’
For many reasons, I recently came off a stint as a dog-walking volunteer at our local shelter, which didn’t fit my mojo. The dogs were not one of them.
In the meantime, I’d been visiting my granddaughter at her daycare center and one day, one of the teachers in her baby room asked if I’d be interested in volunteering. It was like a big, juicy plum landed in my volunteer’s vacant lap and I immediately said yes!
So, this almost 70-something began changing diapers, soothing crying babies, rocking babies to sleep, and playing all kinds of silly games with them – all while sprawled out on the floor. Granted, it is sometimes tricky getting up and going down, but I manage.
Then there’s lunchtime! Woohoo! Talk about party time! We are eating food, including soft stuff like yogurt, with our hands, throwing food, taking someone else’s food, and eating lord knows how much of our own food. There is also the sippy cup contest, with cups being traded and thrown.
My beautiful granddaughter likes to play hard-to-get with her Omi (me), so I busy myself with the other beautiful babies while she careens around the play area behind one of those push-em toys, always with a split glance or two to see if I am looking at her. I usually am.
In the meantime, I have fallen in love with the other little ones. There is Lyle, whose huge blue eyes and shy little smile absolutely melt me. And there’s Harvey, who smiles no matter what wild things may be transpiring around him. And Billy who takes one look at me and bursts out crying. And little Sierra, who is the most going-with-the-flow child I have ever seen. She is a precious little waif who I just want to scoop up and cuddle.
While all this is going on, my little Kelly comes closer and closer and hands me various and sundry toys, laying claim to the fact that I am hers and she is mine.
Omi reigns.
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