Friday, October 15, 2010

J and I went to dinner at my fake Mom's home. We had a lovely Maroccan dinner and we shared some pretty funny stories about the children's daycare that her two sons (one of them was my best friend in high school) went to in the late 70's, early 80's. It was an anti-authority daycare that was found in the 60's, although it wasn't anti authority anymore when they went there.

There were three rooms and the last room in the back had no wooden floor, just sand. It was one big sand box! The mothers and fathers all volunteered there too and there were monthly meetings where they talked about things like: May the kids bring the sand in all the other rooms too or does sand only belong in the sand box? Are plastic toys allowed or strictly antroposofic wooden toys? Also, kids were allowed to bite eachother, because they couldn't speak yet and that was their only way to let other children known that they didn't approve of something. David, one of my friends was always the one who was bitten! And by the time the other kids could talk, he could bite!
Such wonderful stories that make me even more excited about our baby! What adventures are we going to have?
I asked my fake mom to be at the birth of our little girl, to calm me. She said yes.

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