Photo by Don Lamont/Corbis Images(I'm probably violating some number of copyright laws by using the photo above, but I didn't take any photos of the adorable kids I visited with on my birthday last week -- and they sorely could have used documentation. I'll take my chances.)
On a very dreary, rainy day, I went to a Toledo day care for a site visit (one of the steps to becoming an Ohio Benefit Bank site), but the woman in charge had stepped out for a minute.
I was told to take a seat (in one of the tiny, yellow, plastic, preschooler-sized chairs) in a classroom, where I was immediately seized upon by a dozen giggly, wide-eyed four-year-old girls, hair braided and beaded, clammering over each other, asking a million and one questions: What's your name? Where do you live? Do you have a kid? Do you have a pet? What's their name? Did you make a pumpkin for Halloween?
They were getting served lunch. Just as the server was about to insist I accept a tray of ham, veggies and chocolate milk carton with a straw, the woman I was meeting with stepped in and we left to talk.
(I later found out it was the teacher's birthday that day as well. Crazy coincidence.)
Last week, I had one of the day care employees in one of my trainings, marking the first time I've personally taken an organization from an inquiry about OBB all the way through the process to becoming an official site with a trained counselor. All the rest of my new sites have been ones I inherited in the middle from the last VISTA.
Getting things done. Feels pretty good.
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