By Crisis Nursery on
2/14/2011 8:49 AM
With the cold, blistery weather of February also comes heart shaped candies, valentines and a lot of talk about love. I was never much of a believer in love at first sight, but if you spend one day at the Nursery, you realize that love is around every child who comes to stay with us.
We have several very dedicated male volunteers who come in each week to romp with the kids, play with the trains, and yes, even rock babies. One day my friend and co-worker Kristen (Bosch) called me over to look out onto the childcare floor; she was so excited I expected to see something amazing and I was not disappointed.
There was a volunteer, who also happened to be a U of I athlete, rocking the smallest baby girl and singing the song “Sweet Caroline” to her. I think my heart melted into the floor. To see this strong, grown man gently cradling this small child, looking into her eyes and singing this song to her was one of the most magical, moving moments of my time here at Crisis Nursery. Here at the Nursery, you can definitely...
By Crisis Nursery on
2/9/2011 3:58 PM
It's easy for us to take our families for granted. Most of us are surrounded by parents, siblings, aunts and uncles, grandparents, all of whom are an integral part of our lives and available to provide support throughout the trials and traumas everyone faces at one time or another.
Think of the thousands of little ways your family impacts your life.
Now imagine growing up as a victim of child abuse and neglect. You've been taken from your family for your own safety and spend your childhood moving from foster home to foster home, or living in a residential children's home. Upon turning eighteen, you are out on your own.
When you have a child of your own, you feel ill-prepared to parent, having no model to follow. Why is the baby crying so much? What's normal? How do you discipline? What is a family life supposed to look like? Where most people have a mother or aunt or grandmother to call with questions or concerns, to give advice, to reassure, an adult child of abuse is utterly alone.