I was having a day full of smiley faces yesterday, despite having very little sleep. I think or thought it was because of the hot yoga class I took the night before. Yes, I actually made it through the entire class (of 1.5 hours) this time around :>
I was excited to see my friend's baby toddle for the first time. I laughed out loud to see another's child in plain view of picking his nose on another child's profile pic. I was happy to be able to share this with other mom friends and feel a part of something.
Yesterday, though, when picking up Nui Nui, her teacher handled her very rough and forcefully and it scared me. WTF?? is what I thought but I couldn't say anything. Just as Monty says in Waiting— 'Don't fuck with people that handle your food'— don't fuck with the people who take care of your kids. I left feeling upset, confused, concerned, not knowing what to do. Meanwhile, Nui Nui fell asleep quickly after we got in the car and even from car to stroller to apartment, which she never does anymore. She's always so awake and running around happy when she gets home from school.
Then, when she woke up, she was very fussy. I kept asking her if she was ok, if she was hurt, if they did something bad to her. The fear. And frustration that she doesn't have the words yet to communicate...
This is Nui Nui after the experience.
And this is my version of the story.
Please, comment below or tweet me (@mdesenna). What should I do? What would you do? Your input is very much appreciated! :>
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