Hello Fiddle Dee Dee, Hickory Dickory, Cities, see you in 2 years Milk & cookies, zoom buggy, Hello Weather!
Packing away this fall semester’s kits, makes me sad … a marking of time in the lives of little ones for whom 16 weeks is 1/2 their existence, or 1/4 of their existence or an 1/8, a 1/16. As adults (the fractions are too small) but for the babies and toddlers in our classes, they are manageable. WOW!
Come along and dance with me & other like minded folks who find joy in making the day go more smoothly with song, dance, cajoling, caroling, jumps that gradually become 2 feet off the ground. (and off the sofa)
We watch milestones, sitting up for the first time, shaking the stick to see if it rattles too like the shaker sticks, falling & having mommy to comfort & having a song to distract and dry the tears. Tools for our daily journey with these little people. 24 hours is a LONG time.
I remember my first night as a mom in the hospital, a baby was crying and being brought down the hall to be comforted. I thought to myself, “Would someone please quiet that baby, I’m trying to sleep, delivery was rough enough, and now I’m awakened by someone’s crying baby!” Well, the nurse turned that baby into MY ROOM! I had to do something to get that baby to stop.
Thankfully, I succeeded that night. But those first weeks of a new born and the isolation were soooo long. I only could remember Amazing Grace, only a few verses (out of order I’m sure). Thankfully, a friend told me about her Kindermusik classes, & I joined her one day. I was hooked.
Each of my 4 children took kindermusik, we still sing the songs, as I am going through each curriculum as a teacher, the songs stay in my head and I sing them at home. The kids join in (with creative lyrics now that they are older). It’s been a gift. And an answer to “would someone please get that baby to stop crying!”
Join us.
