By “J”, a Child Care Center Director
For the safety and security of the children and to provide a “real” perspective on child care, “J” has chosen to remain anonymous….for now.
I have worked in child care for years. From the start to now I have always been asked by parents “got any kids, J?” I’ve always replied “no, but as your Center Director I count your kids as mine.”
In a way, that is true beyond a promotional child care line. For 8, 10, even 12 hours (more often than not) I feel completely responsible for someone else’s kids. I worry, watch, suggest, guide, help, support, and love kids while mom and dad work hard to pay the college like tuition.
At the end of the day I send my day kids home to their nightly parents and start the process all over in again in a few hours. As much as you take with you internally, externally there is a very real business side. Childcare for profit is the line one has to draw for the sake of one’s job, and it’s understood.
Its funny how one slight bump…bump….bump…bump…can change things. Friday September 5th I became a parent slash Child Care Director. My family’s first sonogram took place and I cried like a baby with no shame and a high flag waving with one word on it…Parent. That bump was our baby’s heartbeat and that thud was me feeling the full brunt of “I’m about to be a parent.”
I’m going to be one of them.
The demands that parents ask me on a daily basis – will be me. The complaints about missing hair ties and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle action figure swords-will be me. The excuses for biting kids at the age of four and constantly smacking a teacher’s bottom-will be me. The phone call every hour on the hour to make sure my child is eating his/her DHA filled yogurt-will be me.
As I sat in the waiting room after I began running down the next steps in my mind. Find a good OBGYN, hospital, prenatal pills. What will be my company discount for childcare? Private or public school? What kind of music do I want to play while my baby sleeps? Will he or she be left-handed?
I’m starting to understand why parents are the uber customers that they are, children the most precious products ever. I have a different answer to that ever reoccurring question “got any kids Joseph?”
“Yes I do…and I get it.”