For reference, see character thumbnails. [Nell’s childhood bedroom; NELL is sitting on the bed reading; WILL knocks and enters without waiting for a response] WILL: Fancy meeting you here. Watchya readin’? “The Study of American Folklore.” Well, that sounds interesting. NELL: It’s about how to categorize folklife, from the material to the verbal, and how … Continue reading The Linguist (Scene 9)
I am so happy Sharon– author of Becoming Mother –said this! I have suffered so much guilt from dropping my daughter off. I even project that guilt onto my daughter’s teachers, making me think they hate me for daring to send her to school. I’ve often felt that the only societally justifiable jobs to forgo being a STAHM are nurse or teacher, but I try to remind myself that it’s (mostly) all in my head.
Some women tear up as they leave their children at daycare for the first time.
I practically skip inside.
Grin from ear to ear.
I. LOVE. DAYCARE.
Last Monday was Henry’s first day of daycare. Another daycare mom saw me taking him inside and asked if it was his first day. After I nodded, she jumped out of her van and gave me the biggest hug and said, “Isn’t it great!”
“YESSS!!!” I yelled.
“With the first one, you’re bawling about it and then the second, you’re just like ‘have fun!'”
She gets it.
It’s true. The first time we started daycare was much more involved and made me a little nervous. We spent about 20 minutes going through the list of critical bits of information that the infant teacher needed to know to feed, change, and soothe our baby to sleep.
She likes to be rocked to sleep while…
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