A plea to daycares from a the mother of an exhausted child.
The one thing that drives me nuts about childcare.
I need to start this with a caveat, you know just in case.
Because the fact is that ALL childcare workers hold my complete and total admiration.
I entrust them with the safety and happiness of my children, time and time again.
They are dedicated, devoted, wonderful people, I am in awe of. (Am I making my point?)
And when I arrive to pick up my daughter and one of her carers is cuddling her, playing with her, engaging with her I am taken aback at the deep relationshship they have formed. It’s a beautiful thing.
Do you get it? Have I made it clear enough childcare workers rock my world?
And this is just a little but. A please-very-nicely-but.
A if-it-offends-I-take-it-straight-back but.
A please-still-love-my-daughter-as-much-as-you-do-if-you-read-this BUT:
Please stop making her nap during the day it is ruining my LIFE.
(Wooah there is another big caveat coming up just hang on)
You see (caveat ahead) I love my daughter and she is funny and endearing and sweet and generous. She is kind and wonderful to be around… until about 8pm. (7pm if truth be told).
And after that I love her JUST as much, and am totally devoted to her but, maybe a tiny bit more if she is asleep.
And so when those wonderful women (and the occasional man) who nurtures and cares for her at daycare decide it is in her best interests to have a THREE HOUR NAP in the middle of the day (despite my repeated pleas to just keep her awake for gods sake) that devotion is stretched, just a little, so the teeniest bits of seams can be seen.