Written Reflection 3

By: Jordan McCay

As the final weeks of this semester gradually creep upon us, I find myself thinking more and more about the kids at Step By Step. How are their Christmas's going to be? Will they miss us for the month or so that we won't get to see them? Will they even remember us when we get back? And the questions cycle over and over again.

My home boy Darius

I'm really not exaggerating. These kids have truly touched my heart in the short span that I've gotten to see them and play with them and care for them every other week. In the baby room, we each have "our" child. Mine's name is Darius. Any time the little fella doesn't show up, it's like a piece of my heart is shattering.

But the thing is, it doesn't matter if he doesn't show up, because there's always, always, always another kid looking to be loved on and held and played with to keep them happy and content. And in doing so, it makes all of us happy and content. Except when the kids have nasty smelling formula (which really happens more often than not).

Another precious babe, Lay Lay

I suppose it's kind of silly of me to wonder if a two or three month old child will remember me. At that point in time they don't really know anyone outside of their mother. Nevertheless, as I sit and play with Darius all the live-long day and he smiles up at me and looks with those big, blue eyes, I can't help but wonder if there really is something in those kids that helps them sense a sort of familiarity. Either way, it's hard to just dismiss the idea out of hand.

Furthermore, the more weeks I stay with Step By Step, the more I notice the moms have really opened up and are all so, so kind. Not one fails to put a smile on their face. And it's wonderful to see that they've all formed such strong friendships. It makes me happy when a mom who's already dropped off their child ends up coming back to the room, not to check on her kid, but because she's busy chatting with another one of the mom's or even carrying the other mom's child.

The next Step By Step I go to will be my last for the semester, but that doesn't mean it will be my last ever. I fully plan on going back in the spring, during my sophomore year, and any possible time I'm able to help out with this wonderful program, so deeply have they touched and sparked a fire in me for service.