I didn’t ever take my daughter’s daycare centre for granted. I’ve always had an enormous sense of gratitude and appreciation for the educators; they have been some of the most crucial, stable people in our world since I went back to work in January 2020.
I’ve never really known working mum life outside of a pandemic. The turmoil of the past few years has made me appreciate the relationships that my family had at our local daycare even more.
We have been with the centre for almost three years now. Four days a week, we make the pilgrimage. I consider myself fortunate that I can count on one hand the days where there have been tears and the cries of, "Mummy, don’t leave, I don’t want to stay". In fact, it’s the opposite. I practically drop down the pecking order when the little girl gang turns up at the gate with excited cheers like they haven’t seen each other in a lifetime. I take extra time most mornings so I can catch up with the teachers, such is the bond that has grown.
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But, recently, I realised I’d taken that stability for granted. It had never crossed my mind that a daycare could or would close. In October that rug was pulled out from under my feet. The company that owned our daughter’s daycare emailed all the families informing us we had just over three weeks until the centre would close permanently. The lease was up for renewal and they had determined that consolidation with their other centre was "the best outcome".
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