Back in another life, I ran a child-care centre. Prior to that, I had been a primary teacher. The child-care was when my own children were aged up to 6 or 7. As before and after school care was involved, I had a couple of assistants enabling me to run some children to and from school. One cannot work those hours, at that level of intensity for too long. I note too, that I have a Diploma of Teaching, my undergrad degree is in Early Childhood, and I have a Masters of Educational Administration.
So what does all this have to do with the price of bread, I hear you cogitate?
I've had two wonderful days this week. Last year, I used to play with my grand-daughter, Alannah, each Wednesday morning from early until after lunch. Well, this year, that playing is happening at my house, where we have the wonderful courtyard. In addition to the Wednesday, Kirsten is working up a couple of part-time jobs which have grabbed her imagination. Once she recovers from her second jaw operation next week, she is hoping to work 4 days per week. Durng our traumatic 2011, Alannah was going to day-care two and sometimes three days per week. Now she had dropped down to two days at child-care, one day shared between Grandad and Ma (me), and another day, where she comes to my place all day. It strikes me that this is a wonderful mix.
We are learning about buses, trucks, cars and motorbikes. By the end of next week, I suspect she will be able to identify each vehicle type by sound!
I was up bright and early this morning, sweeping leaves, checking for spider webs, cat poos, and making sure the equipment was out and books were scattered around the living room. By next Monday I hope to have solved the problem of afternoon heat in the courtyard. I need a heavy drum to sit my garden umbrella in. But all is working wonderfully well at this early stage.