Oh, You Thought I Was Done!?

Oh, You Thought I Was Done!?

“Oh, you thought I was done!?  No, we still have something to do … Shhh, first we need to make sure no one is here.  Go look around the corner and check.”

April:  “Okay Mom, I don’t see anyone.”

“Okay, now … on your mark!”

April: “What, why, where … what are we doing?!!”

“We’re racing to the Director’s office and back, but the only way we can do it is to skip.”

April:  “What!!  No.  I’m running.”

 “Uhh uhhh we’re skipping.  We can get there faster if we skip.   Now, take a breath and ... GO!”

A skipping race … obviously it would be faster if we just ran, but what fun would that be?   I sometimes take April to work with me in the evenings or on weekends and we do some running around.  A little work and then we take a long deep breath, run, skip, and/or bounce, write on blank white boards (maybe you’ve seen our mark ;D], giggle, and laugh our way through the empty hallways.

This particular story was a little over two weeks ago and the church hallways were dark and quiet.  No one was there except the janitor, but we weren’t quite sure where she was at the time; so we took advantage of the moment and raced.  We skipped, run-skipped, bounced off a few walls, and laughed until we almost peed our pants.  Well, April laughed a little more than I did … but then my skipping does seem to provide a fair amount of entertainment.

It’s one of my favourite things to do.

It’s one of my favourite ways to end whatever I have been doing.

Ending a day,

Ending a project,

Ending a season,

Ending a year,

Lets call it an ending for every ending. 

I don’t mean ending with skipping, running or laughter.  No, the ending doesn’t necessarily come in the form of running, skipping, bouncing or even laughter, nor is it usually in the church hallways, but there is always a relief at the end of the day or season.   

It’s in a breath.

It is a release from whatever has come or has happened.  Our day ends in taking a breath.   The day is done and… Thank You God … I’m still breathing!  As simple as this is, this realization that yes I am still breathing forms into gratitude and even joy,  Done and I’m still breathing!

So parents, friends, loved ones … as the staff are wrapping up 2015 this is the very simple subject we are reflecting on.  What a year … but we are still breathing!  We have all had struggles in 2015.  It would be hard to make it through any year without struggles of some sort wouldn’t it?  Struggles that involve our children, our children’s behaviour, our spouses, our parents, our employers, our finances, loss of someone we love, floods, illness … well we may as well add our own behaviour as none of us is perfect. or immune to the effects of struggle.  It happens every year of our life, yes in varying degrees … but it happens.  The year is almost done …

Yet we breathe. 

Thank you God, we are still breathing!

Gratitude in the breath!

Joy in the gratitude!

We breathe.

We are praying for your New Year.  We pray that the challenges started in 2015 have or will end, and we get to move onto new challenges.  Yes that’s right, we “get to move on to the new challenges”!  Bless you and we will see you in 2016!

[Yes it’s true … I’m still excited for 2016, even after this challenging year.  Maybe you’ll see me skipping down the hallway in the middle of the day … then again maybe I’ll just keep that for April and I.  Oh, unless you need a laugh … let me know and I will be glad to entertain you with my skip ;)  Disclaimer:  April has asked me to be sure that when I said, “almost peed our pants” that it really meant almost.]

Children Singing

Children Singing

I tried to think of a favourite childhood
Christmas memory that I could share with you, the families and friends of Cedar Grove Childcare, but there were few and somehow so insufficient.  So I asked as many people as I could if they would write something that is getting to their heart this Christmas season, a favourite memory that they would like to share.  There was one who was willing and I’m so grateful because writing these life stories leads to an introspective examination that can be, at least for a short time, painful.  But it would seem that I am not alone, and my willing writer is having as much difficulty writing as I would.  She found just as I had, that the memories are few and well somehow insufficient, inadequate, or even … sad.  How does that make a good Christmas memory story? 

Well I know … I knew before I started asking others to write this for me … it was clear, but I refused.  Better late than never.

You know there was only one childhood memory that I found that was good and I enjoyed … it happened year after year, but it was the same event and the same memory.  It was simply singing along to Christmas music with my brother.  We would be alone at home, singing as loud as we could, acting out the words and music, and all with huge goofy smiles on our faces.  We had temporary moments of joy as we sang and learned about the Prince of Peace, the Lord of Lords, Jesus Christ our Savior born on Christmas Day, Holy infant so tender and mild, the one whom kings and nations feared, bowed down to as the one and only sent by God to save us all from Satan’s power when we have gone astray!  We were not Christians, nor did we have any knowledge of Christ other than from this Christmas music that was heard everywhere during the Christmas holidays.  It brought us joy though, we both remember it as good, strengthening and the only hope we had.

Now maybe your childhood Christmas memories were better than this little story, but then again, maybe you know just how messy the Christmas holidays can be … with young and old coming together, with family traditions, stress, fatigue, alcohol, anger, and even violence.  If your Christmases didn’t include these messy parts then I would like to hear all about it; but as insufficient as my little story is I wouldn’t trade the memory, circumstances, or my family of birth for anything. 

I can picture some of you shaking your heads right now and wondering, why would I want to hold onto these memories … well it’s because there is so much more.   So much more hope!  The songs that we sang together, year after year kept me going, holding onto life until I was finally at the point where I was willing to understand more.  That’s right, willing to understand!  Willing to accept that God loved me so much that his intricate plan from the beginning of creation was to send the infant Jesus to save me.  Yes, save me, save you...  Our Savior born on Christmas Day … the peace that Christ was meant to bring … to save us all.  An infant, meek and mild, from greatest to the least, from heaven to the suffering of earth!  Birth, rebirth, again and again, rescue from the sins of the past, rescue from the worthless feeling that has haunted every moment of your life, again … all for me … all for you!! 

I was nearly forty years old before I was willing to understand.  Forty years before I understood enough, and then nearly six more years before I was rescued from the worthless feeling that haunted every day of my life.   Every year that goes by I understand more and continue to be rescued. 

If you have already discovered this then I will rejoice with you this Christmas!  And I pray that you will only go deeper in your understanding.  If you are like my singing brother, and aren’t yet willing to understand, and fully embrace the hope and salvation that God has provided for us all then, I pray, I pray for you like you are my own flesh and blood, that you will find it in Him this Christmas!  Remember the songs, the moments of peace that could only be found in God’s care and the salvation that only Christ can bring.  If you have heard the songs, then you know, you know he’s waiting, don’t hold back any longer.  Smile, lift up your face and be willing … he’s waiting for you …

Now … turn on some music, watch how the ready hearts of children respond, and let’s rejoice together!

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Be Quiet

Be Quiet

Although, I’ve only written a few articles or stories in my lifetime; each time I have a story in mind, I test it out on my family.  They are given a brief outline and then because they are part of the stories I have in mind, I ask them if what I am recalling from our real life stories is accurate and whether they mind if they are included in the story.  I did this last Friday in preparation for writing over the weekend.  My primary question for them was “have I ever told you to Be Quiet or given you the impression that I don’t want to hear what you have to say?”  It’s a loaded question right ... my girls are fair though and I was hoping for the best. 

Their response made me pause, pause the writing, or even thinking about writing this story over the weekend.  My husband and girls all responded pretty much the same way and nearly in unison.  Here is one response “No you have never told us to Be Quiet and we have never felt that you didn’t hear want to hear what we had to say … BUT … when you are reading, writing, or working on something from home it takes a lot of “Moms” to get your attention so that you actually hear what we we’re saying.”  It didn’t take much to recall the truth in this statement – only a little over fifteen minutes before I asked the question my youngest said “Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mommm!” to get my attention.  She only wanted to know if she could have some of the Halloween candy, but my mind was already on this story.  So, I paused for the weekend. 

It’s Monday now and everyone is doing their own thing now so here we go … 

“Oh please, be quiet, just for a moment!”  We’ve all said or thought words like these at one time or another, and most likely it was directed at one or all of your children.  Both my girls are very vocal and I’ve certainly known times like these … when there is a temporary loss of sanity and all the talking gets to be too much.  Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom … ahhhh!

I bite my tongue though, and focus on what is being said, implied or told in some other non-verbal way … and then try to gauge whether it has to be heard and dealt with now or can it be put off until a little later when there is no dog to be fed or played with, dishes to do, dinner to be planned, piano lessons to get to on time, ahem writing to do, yeah the list does go on doesn’t it.  Very little of that is vital, but part of what I had planned for that day.

Fortunately I’ve met many people over the years, children who had grown into adults, who had interesting and even sometimes terrifying stories to tell … stories of not being heard.  I’m quiet, and for some odd reason most of my adult life total strangers have approached me and just start pouring out whatever is on their heart … stories of their families, children, even fighting to survive.  Seriously, it happens regularly.  Don’t know why, maybe I just look like I’ve been there, but really much of what I hear I have no experience with … although I do get to learn.  Anyway, I recall some of these people and the stories of their lives, their families, and their hope for something better for their children, all as the chaos seems to be happening … Sanity returns quickly when I think of the consequences of not listening in that moment. 

So much harm can be done in telling a child to be quiet.  Sure there are times when a similar phrase must be used  - usually to curb a child’s disrespect, but most times the voice and words need to be heard by someone who the child respects, someone who is close and … NOW, not later.

One boy I met … well in reality not a boy but a grown man, told me a story about when he was only five years old and his parents were in the middle of a divorce.  A divorce that sounded as bitter and as destructive as many of the awful stories you may have heard yourself and could probably recall right now.  How his Dad regularly beat his mother, and how when she left him they battled over custody but never once asked or heard what he hoped for in the hopeless situation.  He tried … he tried for years to tell both parents how much he loved the other and how he didn’t want to hear the awful things they were saying about each other.  He tried.  They were so completely wrapped up in their animosity for each other that according to him they never listened.  So eventually he stopped trying and instead he absorbed all the hatred each parent had for the other.   The result … was a thirty-eight year old man who when I met him had just gone through his second divorce, had no respect for either of his former wives, the mothers of his three children, or respect for any woman for that matter.  He didn’t physically hurt either, but he sure did have a lack of respect … his words were brutal.  He had many regrets about his adult life, the broken relationships, alcohol abuse that he did not want help for, but what he kept coming back to throughout our conversation … was simply that he could not get through to his parents!  It was sad.

Someone else I know told about the consequences of speaking anything at all … and I do mean absolutely any word or sound, in her family home.  She did not want to get through to her parents at all, she just wanted to survive.  Her entire childhood she spent trying her best to be quiet.  As you probably know this can be difficult for children, but she was afraid … afraid of being heard.  To this day she is still afraid of being heard, not by her family anymore, but instead she is afraid of being heard by nearly everyone she meets or knows.  She retreats to her home or other place where she can shut people out when it looks as though she might have to talk, or express herself in any way … and she hides.  She’s an adult in her forties now and still she hides.  She is nearly opposite of the man I mentioned before; sensitive, unassuming, caring, but her not being heard caused a considerable amount of pain just the same.

While these are extreme stories of what can happen to a child who doesn’t get the opportunity to say anything … they do illustrate the results of keeping any child quiet.  There are many more stories I could tell you, and thankfully not all so tragic, but this is starting to get a little longer than I planned so I had better get to the point.  Through all this learning from other people’s stories and my own experience, I’m certain that parenting is one of the most difficult and important jobs we can ever do and yet we are not required to have any training!  Sure we can favourably compare ourselves to our own parents, and we may very well be doing a better job, but are we perfect – far from it right?!  Parenting is work and we must keep at it … we do not want to miss the opportunity while they are still in our care.  Hopefully you feel like I do in that there is no way you want to send your grown child out into the world unheard, panicked, hopeless, with a feeling of aloneness that can last an entire lifetime.

Do you know what children who are allowed to speak look like?  They have a positive sense of their identity that seems beyond their years, they stand up for themselves appropriately and when necessary, they speak their mind and are not easily intimidated, they can accept the inevitable frustrations and defeats that come in life with grace and move on, they are not afraid to try new things … people of all ages find them a joy to talk with!!  Can you imagine what this would look like on your child?

Children need to voice their opinion often and with someone who is safe.  Hopefully this is us the parents.  We need to assume what our children have to say about the world is just as important as what we have to say, we need to assume that we can learn just as much from them as they can from us (look back at my most recent learning ‘pause’), and we need to enter their world through play, activities and discussions so hopefully anything they are not offering up easily will come out.   

As you’ve already heard in this story and maybe other stories I’ve written, my children are not the ideal model of those who have been given the opportunity to speak freely and as often as they would like, but I will keep trying … and I hope you will too!!

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What Happened Here

What Happened Here?!

Do you ever ask yourself that question?  Do you look at what’s going on around you and ask ‘What Happened Here … How Did This All Happen?’    I ask it occasionally, and at a leadership dinner the other night the question came up again.

It all started in 2005 when I started looking for daycare for my youngest daughter when she was almost a year old.  Like most parents I worried about the character of the people that would care for her and the facility that would be her home away from home while her Dad and I were working.  After meeting with five different caregivers at five different daycares I finally decided on Cedar Grove.   They had everything my daughter would need and the staff seemed genuinely caring … the only hesitation I had was that it was a Christian daycare.  You see I wasn’t a Christian myself, but I did have a vague idea of who Jesus was (don’t know where from … probably Christmas music).  So I eventually reasoned that my daughter’s time there, with this influence, may give her a chance at a better life.  I didn’t know how, but this is what I reasoned.

Generally it went very well, the staff proved to be genuinely caring and took time each day to tell us a bit about how her day went.  There was however, the occasional unwelcome Welcome … this is what I would call it when I would get an invitation to an event or program at the church.  ‘Ughh’ was usually my first reaction (in my head of course) … then I would think of a way to politely decline.  There had to be something else I had to do on that date or time … anything else.

Well a year went by quickly, and my first year back after maternity leave was exhausting.  I used to be a Cost Accountant and as some of you may know this can mean working many, many long days … I was getting worn out.  So I quit, arranged some contract work, and withdrew my daughter from daycare. 

Time went by quickly, suddenly it was 2007 and my daughter was three years old.  Time for Preschool!!  So, knowing that Cedar Grove also had a preschool department I went back and got her enrolled in the three day per week program.  There was still the occasional unwelcome Welcome … I continued to decline politely, hoping I wouldn’t get asked again.  Still I reasoned that the Christian influence would make a positive difference in her life.

The following summer, I registered my daughter in Cedar Grove’s VBS.   At four years old, I thought a week long, half-day camp was a good idea and as the week went on it was obvious she was having a great time!  When I went to pick her up on Thursday though, her group leader told me something interesting; she said “I just wanted to let you know that your daughter welcomed Jesus into her heart today.”  I thought – ‘What?!  What was that supposed to mean?!  What am I supposed to do with that?  I want to support her in whatever is positive in her life, but … What?!’  I probably had a pretty blank expression on my face – a look of ‘huh?’  We left for camping on the Friday after VBS, and throughout the trip my daughter sang the songs she learned, told everyone she met on every playground or beach we visited about Jesus … she was very sweet, but it was little unnerving, and still I thought, ‘What?!’ 

Well I did little to support her, but I did take her back to Preschool for her last year.  It went well (the teachers really are amazing).  There was still the occasional unwelcome Welcome … I continued to decline politely, hoping I wouldn’t get asked again.  And still I reasoned that the Christian influence would make a positive difference in her life.  By now I had started to think a little more seriously about how I could support her in her decision to welcome Jesus into her heart.  I really had no idea how, but figured that taking her to Sunday School might be a good place to start, so I asked her preschool teacher about the when, where, and how (not the ‘What?!’).  She cheerfully gave me the information I asked for, and then I indicated that I would drop her off on Sunday … she was so indignant; she said “you can’t just come and drop her off, you have to go to the church service!"  Well, just as indignantly I thought, ‘you are kidding right – I’m not going to do that!’  And I didn’t … at first.  It took nearly five months for me to work up to taking her to Sunday School. 

Finally in January 2009 I took my daughter to Sunday School, and I went to my first service at Cedar Grove.  For the first time I heard how nothing is impossible for God.  ‘Nothing!?  Really?’  I had my doubts, but I went back the next Sunday to hear more (and took my daughter to Sunday School of course).  I wanted to know if it really was possible.   For as long as I can remember I have believed that God was real, he was here, and he was listening to me.  Many times, from childhood to adulthood I found myself curled up in a ball, sobbing and praying to God for help in whatever desperate situation I found myself.  My current life was good (or so I thought), but I was haunted by the past … and I wanted to know more, I wanted to forget … I wanted to be free.   I’m still thinking, ‘What?!’

That first Sunday at Cedar Grove started the process where I learned the how, when, where and who would take care of all the haunting pain.  I learned that yes, there really is a God, He loves me deeply, and that all the pain can be washed away.   I went on to Alpha (at a different church … another story), and in April 2009 I surrendered, welcomed Jesus into my heart … just like my daughter had at VBS.

Do You See What Happened Here?  Well it certainly took me a long time to figure it out. No, it didn’t take me this long to realize it, but at the Cedar Grove leadership dinner the other night this is what I was wondering about, in between listening to what we were supposed to be focussed on (ughh I was too tired to work).  I went from looking for daycare for my daughter to giving up my life to Jesus.  Was it an accident or coincidence we went to Cedar Grove for daycare … definitely not!  Everyone who comes in the doors at Cedar Grove is brought here for a purpose.  Whether you come in through the Childcare Centre, the preschool, Sunday school, Monday Morning ministries … you are brought here for a purpose.  You can deny it all you like, just like I did for years, but I know now that I was brought here for a purpose, and if you are already part of something going on here, anything, then you were too! 

There is so much going on at Cedar Grove, at this church … and once you get yourself and your kids in the door, just listen, explore, and start to ask questions.  You will start to get the answers you need.  Not necessarily what you wanted but definitely what you need.  You will discover that the church, or this church in particular (the only one I can speak about really) is without a doubt the best place for you to find “Hope, Help and Healing.”  You will find that you won’t find help like this anywhere else, and there are many people in this church giving grace away that will help you in a very careful, loving and patient way.  You will find that the bible is the word of God, and although you may not follow it perfectly like me (okay far from perfect), you will begin to know it is God’s word in your life and you will love it more each day.  You know what?! … I’m far from an authority on this, so instead of me rambling on some more I’d like to invite you (yes I know ‘ughh’) to watch these videos from Cedar Grove’s “What’s the Big Deal” series.  Watch to the prayer at the end, which is where I quite often find that everything gets clearer.

What’s the Big Deal About … The Bible

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A Simple Story

A Simple Story

“Mom, Mom, tell me again!!”
I smile, “Honey, I’ve told you this story twice already on this trip”
“Again, please Mom!” 
It’s only been a thirty minute car ride but she wants to hear one of her stories again for the third time.  I don’t mind telling it again, it’s one of my favourites, but I put on a show, let out a long sigh and say, “Okay, honey, but this is the last time today ”
"Okay, Mom … go!!”

It’s the story of the day she was born and it’s one of her favourites too.  She loves to hear about how slow that day started out, how bored I was with the waiting for her to be born, how many times I cleaned the house from top to bottom in the waiting, how that very day the doctor said I would have to wait a few more days, how we got to the hospital, what the nurses said, how loud I was when I was in pain, how many people came to see her, and how happy I was when she was finally placed in my arms.  She responds with questions and comments.  Different each time, but always filled with curiosity about every detail.  Questions like, “What was the look on their faces Mom?  Did they love me right away?”  Every story I tell comes with these question and comments, sometimes throughout the story, and sometimes at the end after she has thought about it for a while.

I’ve been telling these life stories to her since she was about three years old.  Simple and true stories about her life, and the lives of those she loves.  She really likes to hear the stories … I think most children do.  They get to hear about how much they are cared for and what impact they have had on people and world around them, and it starts building a confidence in them like little else.  

There is another life story she likes to hear; it’s about the time she accepted Jesus into her heart.  She really loves this story too.  Not just because of what He has done for her, but what He has done for people she loves.  In this particular story she heard that she was the first in our family to accept Jesus.  She was only five, but this event had a huge impact on everyone in our home.   She tells me the impact of the event herself now and even years later she comes up with new questions or comments like this:

“Mom, your heart was so hard.” 
I reply, “Yes, it sure was honey.”
“How old were you again, Mom?”
“I was 39 when you asked Jesus into your heart.”
“Oh, right …”  “That was a long time to go without Jesus Mom, you must have been sad.” 
“Oh, I was.  But when you accepted Jesus everything changed.  I loved you so much and my heart was definitely soft for you.  I wasn’t too sure what to do or say, I knew nothing.  I think if it weren’t for what you did that day my heart would still be hard towards God and Jesus.”
“I’m glad you accepted Jesus too Mom”
“Me too honey, me too”

There are other stories of her life like this that I’ve told her and her older sister over the past twenty years, but as they have grown I get to hear more stories than I get to tell.  As they get older and spend much of their day or days without me, I get to hear stories I’ve never heard before and even some I could not possibly imagine.  Many stories that include their friends from school, work, and other travels.   Now I get to ask the questions and make comments … sometimes throughout and sometimes at the end … after they got it all out and I’ve thought about it for a while.  I’m very grateful to be there to listen.

Sometimes after … and in the listening, I still get to tell them stories they have never heard before, but the main character in the story is different now.  Now I tell more of my own life stories from before they were born … the ones I’ve held back but find that now is the right time.  They are not always easy stories to tell but they are the stories they need to hear.  They are still stories that change their hearts, build bridges, and proclaim God’s kingdom on earth and in their lives today.  It means being open and vulnerable, but inevitably it encourages them in their need.

The Simple Story started out so … simply; but it has grown now into new life stories that are told by them to not only to me but to others in their life.  Stories that need to be told, stories that are beautiful, stories that are difficult … but they speak and they get it all out … and they do it with confidence.   

If you have already started telling your child their life story and building this confidence in them, then bless you in what you have already discovered!  But if you haven’t yet, we hope you are encouraged to start today … start with something really simple, like the day they were born and wait for it to take off!

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Family Summer Vacation

Family Summer Vacation

Summer is here!  Many are starting to get the final details worked out for their annual family vacation, quite
possibly with a positive anticipation that it will be the best family vacation ever!  For our family, summer vacation planning starts with figuring out the destination, where we are going to camp (our favourite type of summer vacation), and which family or friends we can meet up with along the way or at our final destination. 

It’s a “road trip” really and we love it!  It’s not the adrenaline pumping road trip of our young adult years, but instead frequent washroom breaks for the kids and pets, loud sing-a-long stints, travel games, hurried roadside snack breaks so we stay on schedule, and yes the inevitable poke fight break up between the kids and drying of tears.  It may not sound like the road trip of a new parent’s dreams but brings back many fond memories for my family.

One of our fondest summer vacation memories is of a trip to Barkerville.  It started out much the same as our usual road trip, towing our seventeen foot 1972 Triple E trailer, the kids buckled in the back seat, dog in the very back whining as though we were only minutes away from our destination, and the anticipation of meeting up with family who were traveling to meet us from Vanderhoof.  It went as well as family road trips usually go and we arrived in Barkerville in about twelve hours … to what we could only describe as a torrential downpour.

We quickly learned that Barkerville normally has about 320 days a year of precipitation and we were told that by the looks of things the downpour wouldn’t be letting up for some time.  For our small family in our little trailer the rain wouldn’t be too bad, but for the family of five we were camping with their “summer tent” (that’s a tent with no fly for humidity protection) it was looking like it was going to be a soggy problem. Had we done a little more research we would have been better prepared, but instead we spent many hours in the pouring rain setting up a camp that we hoped we could stay dry in for the next couple of days.   

We went to the nearest town, stocked up on rain coats, tarps, and fire starter, dug trenches around our campsite, hung the tarps from the trees, found the perfects spot for the campfire, and set up all the kids in the trailer to play games.  Whew!  Finally we were able to go into Barkerville and soak up the history of the historic gold rush town.  Barkerville is set up for wet weather and we were able to go from site to site, event to event and still stay reasonably dry.

So why was this wet adventure one of our fondest summer vacation memories … it wasn’t the trips into Barkerville … it was the time we spent at camp in the pouring rain at the end of our nearly exhausting days.  Two families together, hunkered under tarps, keeping the fire going strong, scrambling to get dinner cooked before the kids “starved to death”, and finally at the end of the day, with fatigued laughter, goofy games, recounting the day’s activities around the campfire.  This is what made the trip for us … the precious family vacation memory.

May the Lord bless you and your family on your travels this summer and wherever your road trip takes you this year, whether you get soaked, sunburned, swarmed by mosquitos, or whatever you may run into … stay together … keep smiling and do your best to recognize those precious moments.  

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New Website

New website, new name, new logo
... but it's still the same Child
Development Centre that has been working in the heart of your community for over fifty years! 

Here’s Why We Changed
We want to get to the heart … we want everyone to know who we are, where we are, and most importantly that we care for children!  We want everyone to know that the Childcare Centre is run by eighteen, gifted, educated, and hard-working child care professionals!  These professionals have educated and cared for, hundreds of community children over their three to twenty years, and loved every minute!  We are located within the Cedar Grove Baptist Church facility, with use of a full size gymnasium, two playgrounds solely for the use of the Childcare Centre, two well equipped kitchens, three preschool classrooms, large event rooms, and the list goes on.  Our hard working child care workers and facility are also supported and cared for by the awesome staff at Cedar Grove Baptist Church – we are blessed!

Most of all we have heart … heart for you, your family, your children and this community. 

If you need child care, check us out here and then give us call to arrange a tour.  If you don’t need child care then please check us out anyway - and spread the word!

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