The search....

The search started up again after a break. But before I begin, let's talk about my weekend discovery. Everyday Jory sees we're heading towards the daycare, he says, "Mommy, I don't want to go there. I don't like it there." Some morning there are tears. Some mornings just those sentences. He can't give any reasons why he doesn't like just that he doesn't like it.

A weaker mom would have broken until SNAP it dawned on me this is Jory's MO and I had forgotten. Tears when he doesn't want to do swimming lessons. And how could I have forgotten the tears when he started pre-school? How God clears are minds of certain things, but yet brings it back when we need it. From the Tuesday after Labor Day 2007 until Thanksgiving 2007, Jory cried every morning I dropped him off. His teacher told me, once I closed the door he stopped crying. Awesome! The manipulation of tears.

When I pick him up in the evenings, he's having a good time. The daycare providers tell me he's happy during the day, playing, doing his work. So I guess the sadness is for my own personal benefit.

Every morning now, we pray about God sending us to the daycare God wants Jory to be at. On Sunday, God opened my eyes to the fact that when I pray that if it's God's will for Jory to stay where he is that God will give Jory a new attitude towards the place and a new joy, that the last part wasn't just for Jory, but for me too. That I would need God to give me a new attitude and a new joy for the place and for those super evil cats.

Did I mention that one of the cats scratched my baby on Friday? Oh yeah, it's ON! So now back to present day, I started calling daycare providers on Friday while the kids were in AWANA. I made one appointment for Monday......

Monday, I drove down the busy street convinced I had turned the wrong way, yet she said she lived near the junior high so I was going the right way. I saw a daycare sign in a yard and thought I’ll stop here and see if they are taking any kids, then look for the right place. Then eureka I realized I was looking at the last four digits of her phone number as the address and not the four numbers above that number, so the house with the sign was actually the place I was suppose to go. Score!!!

We knocked on the door and a pleasant woman answered the door. She introduced herself and apologized for not exactly remembering the appointment. She directed us to the daycare entrance through the driveway gate. We walked through it and I saw a portable basketball hoop with a backboard. I saw a playground set that Jory could still use. I liked what I was seeing.

We were walked into the back of the home that was set up with table chairs, shelves full of books, TV, and four children. She informed me the kids were part of the kids she kept at night. We talked about how I came to homeschooling. She inquired as to what would be required of her. I asked more questions, she asked some. We both seemed to like each other’s answers. Then I asked price. And I could handle her number. Then I asked the other question, “Do you have any pets?” And praise be to God, she said, “No.” Thank you, sweet, loving Jesus. She said she did have a dog but between her two kids and her daycare kids, she found the dog added too much to her busy plate.

Her daycare is located closer to my home or rather the kids’ doctor’s office than my job, but it’s still on my way to work. So that’s good. Maybe for now God doesn’t want Jory and I to make that long drive home together. Maybe for now, it’s just meant to be a short drive. This woman is a definite possibility. Though I do recognize the fact that at this point if you say you have no pets, I would love you simply for that fact. What you don’t run a zoo besides running a daycare? I’m shocked I thought the two went hand in hand.

A good experience definitely, but the search still continues…