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Greenhouse For Early Childhood


The 107 degree heat and constant wind in Nebraska is wreaking havoc on any growing thing without the mature roots to sustain the plant.  I called home to make sure my boys water by baby plants just out on their own.

My thoughts then returned to the discussion today with the Department of Education and Health and Human Services as well as Nebraska Children and Families Foundation on Supporting Children's Social Emotional Development and Early Learning throughout Nebraska.

This is the passion of my life.  Not to tell parents what to do or provide one more "parenting class" or lecture on what they should do.  Not to usurp the role of parents in the lives of their children.

Rather, my hope is to be available to stand beside families as they support and engage their own children and set their own family goals.   To walk beside parents in the most critical calling.  To stand with providers and foster parents and those pouring their love into our little ones.

My Heart's Cry is to see communities, schools and churches rise up and become supportive and nurturing frameworks for families to lean and grow within.



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  1. Hills N ValleysJune 26, 2012 at 10:24 PM

    You have a VERY important job! I'm proud of you. (that's what I would like to be doing if I didn't already have the job I do ;)

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  2. Heather Ann GillJune 28, 2012 at 5:46 AM

    Thanks Joy! That means a lot to me!

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