From Baba Black Sheep to listen to the music real quick.
From daycare to home care.
From babies to grannies.
From early childhood educator to resident support worker. Two jobs, that both give new meaning to my life.
Babies/kids makes me feel young. We play whole day. We run, we dance, we sing. We do messy arts, that’s part of fun.
Grannies gives me wisdom. I love talking with them. They always have something to say...words that will make you think about life. Their wisdoms are gold.
Our babies in daycare go home. They are not alone. They have family. They are love. They have bright future. I am happy to see them grow old. Discover things. Learn.
Our grannies...they are alone in their room. They don’t go home anymore. They stay there, cared by people who become their family (that’s us)...because their own kin live far from them. They rise in the morning to wait for sunset again. I am sad seeing them alone, laying on their bed, looking at their family pictures displayed on their room. Thinking of memories...but I’m happy whenever I saw them talking to the friends, their co-residence, their room neighbour, or to us. But you see, only few of them do that. Most of them are alone in their room, lying on their bed while listening to radio or tv or just sitting on their chair, looking outside. Who knows what they thinking? Who knows what they feel?
I am sad seeing them alone. It makes me think of myself. I don’t wanna grow old like that. I want to be with my children, with my grandchildren, with my husband, with my siblings. I wanna grow old and die with my family near me.
Short Note: I wrote this blog on my first week at work at retirement home during COVID-19 pandemic. I did part time job in Home Crest Place at New Glasgow while the daycare Center I am working with was closed due to the pandemic to earn extra money on top of my regular pay from daycare.
