Happy Monday, Kansas City!
Ask any working parent and they will tell you that leaving your little ones in the care of someone else while you work can be a real challenge on your emotions. I’ll never forget the first morning I dropped my little one off at daycare when I was working out of an office – I managed to hold it together just long enough to pull out of the parking lot before the tears started to flood my eyes. Today on the blog, one of our Mom Ambassadors, Anne, has a message for all of the childcare providers out there who work so hard to care and love for the little ones when their parents are at work. Our team here at iFamilyKC would like to say THANK YOU to all of the early childhood educators out there – you guys are amazing!
You’re more than just a daycare teacher, you know.
You care for our most prized possession, every single day.
The words thank you just don’t seem to do justice to how thankful I actually am, for YOU. Every morning I wake up, I pick my daughter up out of her crib and I cling to her because I know in a few short hours she’ll no longer be in my arms. She’ll be in yours.
It’s a love, hate relationship I have with you, you know…
I slide on my pantyhose, throw on my heels, then out the door we go for yet another whirlwind day of car seat carrying, daycare drop off, office talk, conference calls, meetings, daycare pickup, baby food messes, bath time & bottles.
But when I walk in the room to drop my little girl off, you are there.
Smiling. Full of energy. Ready to love my daughter for those hours that I cannot.
I envy your t shirt & jeans, you know….
But what I envy more is the time you get with her.
In the beginning, it was brutal. Handing off my tiny little baby to a strange woman I didn’t know. Brutal.
In fact, I remember having a conversation with someone to which I referred to the process as in-humane. Women should never have to experience this.
I hated everything during those weeks. I hated my pencil skirts. I hated the commute to work.
I hated the guilt.
I hated you.
But now, I adore you.
You’re my wing-woman.
You’re there with my daughter, 5 days a week. Loving her, comforting her, teaching her.
You allow me the opportunity to wear my badge with pride, not guilt.
I’ve learned that that badge I’m so proud of, carries a lot of weight.
And that weight is guilt. But you, you make the guilt a little easier to carry.
I’ll never forget the day my daughter became very ill while at daycare.
It was the first time I couldn’t get away from the office to pick her up.
My husband rushed there to pick her up & to get her to the doctor.
When he called me later, I broke down in tears…
He described the love you were showing my sick little girl.
You were rocking her, ever so gently.
You were stroking her back, comforting her as she was throwing up.
That’s the moment I realized that I love the love you show my daughter every. single. day.
While it ripped my heart out to not be there with her, I knew you were.
And that gave me peace.
So until I can find the words to convey the profound appreciation I have for you…
THANK YOU wing-woman, will just have to do.
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