This May my little girl turned 2. I am in the process of finding her a daycare but all the good daycares are full already. There is one daycare that is open but it got bad reviews. Should I check this place out and give them the benefit of the doubt or should I trust the bad reviews? I’d rather teach my daughter basic education myself rather than leave her in a bad environment. Not only do I have to worry about the teaching but also the way they treat my girl. I live in the South where there is a lot of racism against Native American and I’ve come across a lot of it. Its my job to protect my children from racism. She looks very Native and could possibly be mistaken for Mexican and there is alot of controversy with this ethnicity in the world today. So many things to worry about for my baby… As a mom I want the best of the best and I know I can’t protect her from everything but I sure as hell will try. Here is a poem I wrote especially for my girl. It’s an Ode…my first attempt at an ode poem.
Ode to Toddlers
When I attempt
to change her diaper,
She tosses and turns.
My hand lands in her poo
and makes my stomach churn.
Right after I clean
the living room floor,
she pours out her toys
and hides by the front door.
I can’t get the marker stains
out of her shirt,
and in her pants pocket
is a clump of dirt.
She whines to feed herself
so I give her a spoon,
and the food is everywhere
like we’re in the middle
of a monsoon.
And just when I think
that I can’t handle any more,
she throws a huge fit
in the middle of the grocery store.
She has also given me memories
that I will never forget.
Having this child
I will never regret.
She wakes up in the morning
with her hair in her face,
hugs me and babbles
like she’s from outer space.
When she knows I’m mad at her
she kisses my cheek,
and meows like a cat;
makes me forget that
she’s such a little brat.
She dances to any sound
that makes a beat,
bobs her head
and stomps her feet.
She scrunches her nose
when she smiles.
When she gets excited,
you can hear her scream
from miles.
She pretends to read
my school books,
and I can’t help but
stare at her beautiful looks.
It wasn’t until she was born
that I felt true love,
Creator gave me
a precious life to be proud of.
Aug 07, 2011 @ 15:43:59
That’s a great little ode to your daughter! I never had kids of my own, but I’ve helped raised nieces and nephews. She and my nephew Luke are cut from the same cloth.
Makes me sad to think we still live in a world where we have to protect our children from racism. I don’t have time for it or any hatred. Life is too short, time is too precious.