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| Sunday, July 02, 2006 |
| Baby boom |
It must be the age I am at. Everywhere I look, it seems I am in the midst of a veritable baby storm. People having them, planning them, talking about them... it goes on and on. Even those who, barely a year ago, turned up their noses and said... "babies? I don't think so." Now they put their heads to one side and say, "well... next year, perhaps."
You see?
It is the first flakes of the snowstorm. Ata must Grow Up, at least enough to be Auntie Ata.
Today I volunteered to assist with the proposed creche at the evening service. I thought, well, I have been Out of the Sunday School a couple of years... it would be nice to be involved in SOMETHING... surely just helping out in creche will not suck me back into the black hole of church responsibility (to anyone who has never been a part of a church - volunteering must not be taken lightly. Agree to stack chairs after the service, and you will shortly be running a cafe/organising working bees/playing at least two instruments), and the evening service could not possibly have more than a handful of toddlers. Anyway. Having located the right person and offered my services, I was outside watching Mr Ata and another Person play basketball when the three-year-old son of a pastor came to join in. And it occurred to me - I have not had anything to do with small children since leaving University. Zilch, zip, nada. Except to make faces at stranger's tots on the bus, of course. I watched the mini-basketballer do his best to get the ball through the hoop. Even when held up by Mr Ata, he bounced it off his own forehead several times before giving up and returning to Mum. I hoped she was not watching when he was almost concussing himself with the basketball, assisted by mine own husband. And I don't even know what age groups attend the creche!
What have I done?
Oh well. I will get some Auntie-ing practice in, anyway. |
posted by Ata @ 10:46 pm  |
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Eh, you'll be fine. Just make sure they don't hurt themselves. *grin*
My little cousins also love it when I:
- Play ball with them. (Even if you just sort of pass it back and forth)
- Do 'coin tricks.' (They totally don't get the 'hold it in your hand' thing, so it's pretty easy)
-Tell stories. Well, you're great at that.
Does that help? Erm, I also juggle for them, but that might take some practise...
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you could probably just stick with the making-funny-faces-at-them standby
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Eh, you'll be fine. Just make sure they don't hurt themselves. *grin*
My little cousins also love it when I:
- Play ball with them. (Even if you just sort of pass it back and forth)
- Do 'coin tricks.' (They totally don't get the 'hold it in your hand' thing, so it's pretty easy)
-Tell stories. Well, you're great at that.
Does that help? Erm, I also juggle for them, but that might take some practise...