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Best Infant Daycare & Child Care in Carson, CA

The following Carson, CA daycares have immediate availability for infants. Even if a locations does not have current openings for your infant, you can schedule a tour to join the waiting list. Capacity changes on a daily basis and we’ll let you know when a space becomes available!

239 Infant Daycares in Carson, CA

Perez Family WeeCare

Daycare in
Wilmington, CA

(424) 400-7561

Hi! We’re Perez Family home daycare providing childcare to families. Our goal is to ensure children reach their developmental milestones in … Read More

$167 – $394 / wk

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6:00 am – 5:00 pm

Ty Yo Shoe Daycare

Daycare in
Carson, CA

(323) 968-6126

Welcome to Ty Yo Shoe Daycare! We offer children a caring and warm environment that’s just like home. At our home daycare, our goal is to he… Read More

$167 – $245 / wk

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6:00 am – 6:00 pm

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Simpson Family Childcare WeeCare

Daycare in
Torrance, CA

(323) 905-3677

Welcome to Simpson Family Childcare! We offer childcare for families looking to provide their child with a loving and compassionate environm. .. Read More

$328 – $470 / wk

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12:00 am – 11:45 pm

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Little Bear WeeCare

Daycare in
Long Beach, CA

(424) 531-9338

Welcome to Little Bear WeeCare! We are excited to work with you and your child to develop the foundation for your child’s future academic su. .. Read More

$300 / wk

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7:00 am – 6:00 pm

Echeverria’s Family Childcare

Daycare in
Carson, CA

(562) 534-9249

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$258 / wk

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7:00 am – 5:30 pm

Little Dreamers WeeCare

Daycare in
Gardena, CA

(310) 881-8316

Welcome to Little Dreamers. What sets us apart from other daycare facilities is, we are focused on connecting with your child in helping the… Read More

$153 – $437 / wk

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5:00 am – 6:00 pm

King Family Enrichment Child Care WeeCare

Daycare in
Carson, CA

(747) 269-6804

Welcome to King Family Enrichment Child Care! We offer children a nurturing and loving environment that’s just like home. At our home daycar… Read More

$193 – $291 / wk

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6:00 am – 6:00 pm

Wraggs Family Child Care

Daycare in
Compton, CA

(562) 454-1037

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5:30 am – 6:00 pm

Kinder Kids Care Pre K WeeCare

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Carson, CA

(424) 622-8617

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$191 – $288 / wk

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12:00 am – 11:45 pm

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Atwell Child Care

Daycare in
Long Beach, CA

(562) 646-3984

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$248 – $263 / wk

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“Why did you listen to me then?” A story about an unborn child

Before the abortion, Regina had a dream about a girl. She woke up in tears and decided that she would keep the unborn child. But for some reason, she obeyed the nurse … Then Regina repented of this act. All her life she mourned that girl from the dream. Until I met her at the temple. Pravmir publishes an excerpt from the book The Art of Small Steps, which was recently published by the Nikea publishing house.

Priest Alexander Dyachenko

Dream girl

“I loved my husband,” says Regina, our parishioner.

Regina and I have known each other for many, many years, and we got to know each other even before I came to church. She was brought up in the faith from childhood.

— My husband and I raised two sons. When the youngest was three years old and he went to kindergarten, I decided that it was time for me to return to work, fortunately, the place was saved for me. I agreed with everyone about everything, tomorrow is my first working day after the decree, and suddenly I realize that I am pregnant again. How wrong it was. I imagined: walking with my stomach again – I had a hard time enduring pregnancy, frequent intoxications, then giving birth. The baby requires constant attention, and I have two more kids, the eldest of which only had to go to the first grade. Husband is always at work. Parents are far away. My mother didn’t leave us for almost two years. All this time my father lived alone, did not show any kind, but I understood that he was tired of his forced loneliness. How will they react to the birth of another grandson or granddaughter? Yes, it’s clear how. Everyone will be unhappy.

I decided to consult with my best friend Anna, she worked as a nurse in our polyclinic. “Anya, the problem is, what should I do? I won’t put my mind to it.” “Found something to worry about! It’s a problem for me too. I will talk with Mikhail Vasilyevich, our gynecologist, and we will solve your problem.”

A few days later I entered the women’s ward of the surgical department. I had to spend the night, and in the morning go for an abortion.

“Mikhail Vasilyevich respects me as a specialist,” the garrulous Anna was frank. – Going on vacation. Friends were supposed to visit him. Fishing there, barbecues. And I asked for you, I said, it is urgently necessary for a person to go to work. And so two boys on the neck. Like, get in position. What do you think, the doctor immediately phoned his friends and, at my request, postponed the days off. So keep in mind, girlfriend, we are doing the operation for you under my patronage, ”Annechka smiled.

I decided to have an abortion, but my heart is in pain. All my ancestors are believers, they went to church. Icons hang in the kitchen, they got it from my grandmother. Sometimes I’ll get up like this in the evening, cross myself on them and ask for something. I didn’t particularly know prayers, but “Our Father …” and “Virgin Mary, rejoice …” I remembered from childhood. And the fact that abortion is a sin, I understood clearly. That’s why my soul hurt. If not for the circumstances, I would never have agreed.

On the eve of the operation, late in the evening, I finally fell asleep and dreamed. As if we were walking along the shore along the river with a little girl about six years old, maybe a little more.

She is holding my hand. Sometimes he lifts his head up and looks into my eyes. It’s like he’s waiting for something from me.

Then he lowers his eyes and we move on.

Finally, she and I reached a certain place on the shore and stopped. The girl let go of my hand. She silently looked into my eyes again. Then she turned her face to the river and walked with her legs straight on the water, as if she weighed nothing at all. Went to the other side. She got up and looked at me. I see him waving his hand and saying something to me, but I can’t make it out. But I understand that she says it with love.

Woke up in tears. The heart is pounding. The girl will. I won’t go for an abortion. I got up, got dressed and started to pack my bag. Already leave, but did not have time. My Anechka slipped into the ward, as if anticipating that I would try to escape: “What did you think of that?! Do you want to run away? Mikhail Vasilievich has already arrived and is waiting. He gave up barbecue for you. I went to meet you, and you let such a person down! You let me down! Don’t even think. March for me.”

She grabbed my hand and dragged me. And I, as if hypnotized, obediently trudged after her to the gynecologist’s office.

My baby girl was not born. I still remember her dark hair, gathered back in a ponytail, and blue eyes. I calmed myself, they say, I have two boys. When the time comes, they grow up and get married. Grandchildren give birth to me and definitely a granddaughter. I really hoped.

At the age of fourteen, my youngest son fell ill. He fell seriously ill and, after being ill for a year, died. His death and funeral are remembered as if it all happened in a dream and not with me.

The older one, who was already a first-year student at the institute, went to a party with his friends and disappeared. None of the guys could remember at what point it happened and where he had gone. For some reason, I took this news surprisingly calmly. No longer a boy, an adult, not particularly noticed in stupidity. Okay, the night will take a walk, and in the morning he will return home. And in the morning his body was found twenty kilometers from the house. I was at work. I got a call from the police and was invited for identification. A criminal case was opened, but the killers were not found.

My husband and I were left alone. And now I’m living my life alone and I’m still thinking about my unborn girl.

The other day I meet Anna and I tell her: “You are to blame! If you had not stopped me on that ill-fated morning, I would now live with my daughter, surrounded by my own grandchildren. And you: “Mikhail Vasilyevich moved the day off! Mikhail Vasilievich refused shish kebabs!”

Anna listens to me, but I feel that she herself is on the verge, is about to cry: “Why are you tearing my soul, eh, Regina? You are a fool, even if Margaret is baptized. Why did you listen to me then? Why?! Don’t you have your own brains? She ran after me. Kebabs. Let them go to hell, these kebabs! And I’ll go to Mikhail Vasilyevich and say that that’s it, I don’t participate in abortions anymore. ”

“Dad, we want a baby, but we can’t”

Several years have passed since our conversation with Regina. After the liturgy, I leave the altar and hear:

“Father, forgive me for distracting you,” an adult man, who looks about sixty years old, politely but persistently addresses me, “I would like to be baptized. How can this really be done?

– Do you want to be baptized? Very good, but what is your holy name?

– You mean my name? It’s clear. My name is Mikhail Vasilyevich, I am a gynecologist with thirty years of experience. <…>

I have been a gynecologist all my life. My job, like any doctor, is not easy. But many advantages from my positive activity are crossed out by the fact that we performed artificial termination of pregnancy in our hospital, that is, all these years I have had abortions. And only now I realized that abortion is nothing but a murder that is permitted. I have been coming to this conclusion for many years and I am glad that in the end this thought led me to the temple. <…>

All his life he helped women become happy mothers. And in parallel with this, he killed children, believing that this was possible if these children were not needed even by their own failed parents. And I thought so until my only daughter got married.

I remembered a wedding, a merry feast and wishes for the young to become parents as soon as possible, and my wife and I, respectively, happy grandfather and grandmother. I rejoiced in anticipation of this event, but time passed, and my daughter did not become pregnant. They thought maybe young people want, as often happens, first to live for themselves, and then to give birth to a child. I am talking to my daughter. He admits: “Dad, we want to, but it doesn’t work.”

Then I had to, as they say, take the initiative into my own hands. We began to travel with them to medical luminaries. Still, when you have been in the specialty for so many years, you involuntarily acquire acquaintances. We went to one showed up, to another. We traveled for five years. Nothing left. She and he are fine. Indicators in all respects – even send into space, but the child does not come.

They changed their place of residence, left us for St. Petersburg. We think so be it. Maybe they lack independence. They live in a new place for a year. Next. Nothing works.

Bee

One day my daughter calls me and says that she and her husband are going to visit us. Mother and I rejoiced. They are coming. I look, and my daughter has a small golden cross hanging on a chain here. She had never worn a cross before, but now she did. I thought – the poor girl, she was completely desperate, since she went to church. After all, what is the church? It’s only when they give up completely. I look – no, my eyes are cheerful without any sadness. They report: “Tomorrow we plan to go together to Moscow to the relics of Blessed Matrona. Let’s ask about our problem. And the day after tomorrow, already with friends, we are going by several cars to the Gremyachiy Key to the source of St. Sergius of Radonezh. – “What is this for?” – “What do you mean why? We will plunge into the holy spring and pray together for our child. Since earthly doctors do not help us, we will turn to heavenly doctors. By the way, if you want, join our company with your mother.

My wife and I thought about it and decided not to refuse. We arrive at this very Gremyachiy spring, and you can only drive there along the road to the source to a certain place. Then you leave the car and go on foot. Let’s go, the dust is horror. The soil around is exclusively clay, completely pitted with deep ruts from automobile wheels. A little rain and you won’t be able to drive at all.

The youth are laughing. I, too, go, smiling, and in my soul the cats scratch. My poor child.

Finally got to the source. There are a lot of people around. Everyone who comes up undresses and plunges headlong into the water. I tried it with my hand, icy. I look, my companions undress and one by one stand in line. And then to the bath. In the water they squeal from the cold, they cross themselves and head to the same place.

Then everyone in towels huddled together, standing, wiping themselves and laughing. The benefit of summer and the temperature outside is under thirty. I think now they will dry off, change their clothes, maybe this madness will do without visible consequences. I think like this and see – a bee is flying. It flies so slowly, hovering next to the young people and as if listening to what they are laughing about among themselves. There were eight of them together with friends.

Then, can you imagine, father, a bee flies right up to my daughter and sits on her face near her mouth. She was confused, not knowing what to do. And everyone was confused, and the bee takes and stings her right on the lower lip. Immediately an allergic reaction, the lip sagged to the chin, a nightmare, in short.

On his way back, he was driving in a disgusting mood. He took pity on his daughter and on what light scolded all these malicious nonsense with miraculous sources, holy icons and a church with priests who strive to turn reasonable people into idiots. In short, while we were driving, everyone got it.

That night, after bathing in the spring, my daughter became pregnant. The child responded. I then calculated this. And no matter how many times I counted, all my calculations invariably returned to the same bee. I wanted to be wrong, but a gynecologist with more than thirty years of experience could not deceive himself.

Our granddaughter was born at the right time. For my grandmother and me, this is the most wonderful child in the world.

A week later, Anna comes into the office, she is a nurse, my long-term assistant, but her face is not there. And he declares that he will no longer participate in abortion operations, that is, to perform abortions with me. And justifies the fact that she believed in God.

For several days I thought about her words, especially after all these events, and I firmly decided that that was it, I would not kill a single child again.

The head physician kept wondering how it was: I – and suddenly I believed in God. He said to me: “Where are you and where is God?! You have been an ardent atheist all your life. How did it happen that you believed? “But I didn’t believe it, I was convinced that He exists.” “Well, then go to the priest and tell him to baptize you.”

— To be baptized… — Mikhail Vasilyevich repeated the words of the head physician thoughtfully. — Alas, not everything is so simple. Baptism still needs to be earned. Father, for six years I gathered my courage. He believed that after everything that I had done as a doctor, I was simply unworthy of being baptized. I tried it a few times, but today I finally got it.

A few days later I baptized Mikhail Vasilyevich, and since then I sometimes see him at services in our church.

Last confession

— Father, we need your help.

This is our Regina again.

— Anna, my friend, I told you about her a long time ago, five or six years ago. So, she is very sick and wants to repent.

Hasn’t been able to walk for a year now and hardly gets out of bed. The young ones threw her a grandson, they needed to go somewhere on business. The boy is smart, the grandmother did not keep track of him. Somewhere messed up. Anna turned sharply towards him, and something clicked in her spine. She was already taken to the region and even to Moscow. Everyone thinks how to do the operation. In a month they promise to allocate a quota and will restore it.

Anna wants to invite father before the operation. He wants to repent and take communion. Even before her illness, she began to go to church. Not to us, she went to the monastery. It happened, and she took communion, but she did not repent of the murdered children. She could not step over herself, she was afraid that the priest would kick her out of the temple for this.

We agreed with Regina that I would come to Anna in a week. But she needed to go to take additional tests, so we met with her just a few days before her hospitalization.

Despite her illness, Anna looked cheerful and full of optimism. She already saw herself in the hospital room and was preparing for the upcoming operation. The analyzes were tuned for a favorable outcome. Anna was so sure that everything would be fine with her that she was already making plans for the coming summer with might and main.

Finally she was able to repent of the worst sin of her life. Sincerely and with tears. I unctioned her and took communion.

A week later, her son called me and told me that Anna had died.

— In the evening she felt great. The next day we were going to go to Moscow, go to a specialized clinic. In the morning the nurse comes into her room, and she lies dead.

I buried Anna in church. Regina and Mikhail Vasilievich stood side by side during the funeral service.

Meeting

This year I look at Antipascha – Mikhail Vasilievich takes a girl to communion. I guessed that this was his granddaughter. Then they come to the cross, and Mikhail Vasilyevich asks:

— Bless us, father Alexander, this year we are entering the first grade.

I bless the child and ask her:

— What does grandfather say, who do you look like more, dad or mom?

The girl is embarrassed:

— Grandfather jokes that it’s not for dad and not for mom. But most of all I look like a bee! That’s what he calls me – “my bee.”

We looked at each other. We say goodbye.

Grandfather and granddaughter are heading for the exit, but excited Regina flies up:

— Father, is this the granddaughter of Mikhail Vasilyevich?!

Yes, his beauty.

– Father Alexander, it’s her! Regina whispers loudly to me. – That same girl from my dream, the very one before the abortion! Dark hair tied back in a ponytail and blue eyes. I can’t confuse these eyes with any other! My heart is pounding, it’s going to jump out now! What should I do, father?!

– Don’t know what to do? Run after her and, as in your dream, take her hand!

Regina hurried after Mikhail Vasilievich leaving the church with her granddaughter, and soon I saw all three of them through the window. Mikhail Vasilyevich, actively gesticulating, was talking about something, and at that time Regina and the girl, holding hands, walked along the dusty village road and, not noticing anyone, looked into each other’s eyes.

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Poems about winter for children

Poems about winter for children in an easy, interesting way convey the whole fabulous atmosphere of winter fun and New Year holidays. Snowballs from snow-white fluffy snow, snowman making, slides – children’s favorite entertainment.

Kids quickly memorize understandable rhymes of poems about winter for children, which they can tell during a children’s New Year’s party or a family meeting. Colorful lines will help to spend frosty evenings with benefit, giving a good mood not only to kids, but also to you, dear parents.

Who will warm the sun?

It’s cold for everyone in winter,
They run faster to the house.
The sun remains.
Who will keep him warm?

It used to be warm,
We were happy with the sun.
And now they are admiring the
Snowfall Dance.

I’ll draw the sun
In my album,
And as if it will become
Lighter in the house.

I’ll write a note, –
I already know how:
Don’t be sad, sunshine!
I’ll keep you warm.

L. Slutskaya

Frost is a magician

Frost is a magician!
You can see it right away:
I haven’t opened my album yet,
And it’s already
Without brushes, without paints
He painted all the windows for us during the night!

K. Bilic

Birch

White birch under my window
Covered with snow, like silver.
On fluffy branches with a snowy border
Tassels of white fringe blossomed.
And the birch stands in sleepy silence,
And snowflakes burn in golden fire.
A dawn, lazily, going around,
Sprinkles the branches with new silver.

Sergey Yesenin

Snow everywhere

Snow everywhere, houses in the snow –
Winter brought him.
She hurried to us as soon as possible,
She brought us bullfinches.
From dawn to dawn
Bullfinches praise winter.
Santa Claus, like a little one,
Dancing at the mound.
And I can also
So dance in the snow.

A. Brodsky

Black ice

No walking and no driving,
Because there is black ice.
But it falls great!
Why is no one happy?!

Valentin Berestov

Winter

Until March the ponds are chained,
But how warm the houses are!
Gardens are wrapped in snowdrifts
Winter is caring.
Snow falls from birch trees
In drowsy silence.
Paintings summer frost
Draws on the window.

E. Rusakov

Zimushka-winter

Rushing in an ice carriage
Winter-winter,
Wind knocking with its wings
At sleepy houses.
Squares and parks are blooming
Snowy whiteness.
And frost builds arches
Above the forest path.

T. Bokova

Frost

Everything is angrier, angrier, angrier
It’s freezing outside.
And everyone is warmer
Wraps up the nose.
Both people and machines
Now there is no time for beauty.
Both people and cars
They wrapped their noses.

V. Orlov

We are snowflakes

We are snowflakes, we are fluffs,
We are not averse to spinning.
We are ballerina snowflakes,
We dance day and night.
Let’s stand together in a circle –
It turns out a snowball.
We whitewashed the trees,
Roofs covered with fluff.
They covered the earth with velvet
And saved it from the cold.

First snow

On trees, on alleys
Snow flies whiter than flour,
Light-light, clean-clean,
Soft, fragile and fluffy.
Squeeze snow in hand
And throw snowballs.
The first snow is light snow,
How happy it makes everyone.

I. Melnichuk

Letter

We received
One letter,
It was strange.
Instead of stamps –
Three snowflakes,
A envelope –
From pure ice,
A letter not on a piece of paper,
A on a white snow:
– Soon, soon
I will come to you
I will fly in a snowstorm,
I will dance and spin,
I will decorate the earth with snow,
And trees, and at home…–
And signed:
“Winter”

I. Pivovarova

Winter has come

Winter has come merry
With skates and sleds,
With powdered ski tracks,
With a magical old fairy tale.
On a decorated Christmas tree
Lanterns swing.
Let the winter be cheerful
It doesn’t end longer!

I. Chernitskaya

Sledges

The sledges go down by themselves,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races from the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.

S. Ostrovsky

Bullfinches

Run out as soon as possible
Look at the bullfinches.
Arrived, arrived,
Blizzards met the flock!
And Frost-Red Nose
He brought them mountain ash.
Sweetened well.
Late winter evening
Bright scarlet clusters.

A. Prokofiev

Snowy family

Snow grandfather near the house
Wearing a snow coat.
He groans for the whole district,
He calls his girlfriend.
We began at full speed
to sculpt a snow woman.
And she said: – Boredom!
No granddaughter, no grandson!
We also made grandchildren –
Little snowmen.

M. Vainilaitis

Snowball

Snowball is fluttering, spinning,
It is white outside.
And the puddles turned
In transparent glass.
Where the finches sang in summer,
Look today! –
Like pink apples,
Bullfinches on the branches.

Snowball cut by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry.
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.

Z. Aleksandrova

Three people in a snowy meadow

Three people in a snowy meadow
Me, Winter and sleds.
Only snow will cover the earth –
We are going to three.
Having fun in the clearing –
Me, Winter and sleds.

A. Bosev

Let’s go make a snowman…

Let’s go make a snowman!
Let’s take a bucket, carrots, panicle!
Let’s go ice skating!
Let’s ride the slide!

Let’s go to the yard to play snowballs!
Dress only warmer!
Mittens on the stove – take it!
Let your hands warm with warmth!

Let’s not miss –
An opportunity to become a child for a moment!
And it’s time to stop growing old –
We will lose in this race!

Winter cannot last forever!
And the snow still lies, bye!
Everything in our life is fleeting!
Let’s go make a snowman!

A.