Bubbles in the air
You know you’re doing well when being at work is the best part of your day.
I love everything about Gymboree. The parents have been very kind, and the small ones have become very comfortable around me. Some of them still eye me suspiciously, because that’s how they process new information, but most of them are more than happy to come play with me and tackle me with hugs.
Sometimes being there is a bit weird. I was a Gymboree kid. I remember the parachute and all the songs….even sang in the chorus on one of the Parachute Express cds. I can’t imagine ever being so small and so brand new. I love how they learn things…they touch and explore, and they let everyone know exactly how they are feeling at all times. It’s brilliant. I wish adults would do that more often. Touch me, hug me, let me in. We’re so guarded all of the time. It doesn’t make sense.
Oh, for my own amusement–
Gymboree sells Gymbo stick puppets. Currently, they look like this:
This is *my* Gymbo. I got him when I was about 6 months old.
Ah, nostalgia.
