About two months ago over dinner some friends suggested that we start thinking about childcare options for our unborn, unnamed baby.
Freaked out on the way home, I said to the Husband:
But s/he's not even born yet!
He just shook his head and replied:
Homeschooling.
Dragon still isn't born but over the past few weeks I've started checking out some of the local nurseries in my area. Up against the coalface of future parenting reality, I either have to ditch my university course which I'm loathe to do or locate some childcare options quicksmart for when I return to study. Quick being the operative word as places go fast. Even for an unborn child.
The thing is that everytime I've been to see one of these nurseries, something in me breaks a little. It doesn't matter how nice the staff seem nor how happy the kids look. Whether the meals are organic or if the fees are expensive rather than exorbitant. I feel a little sad each time.
Will I be able to leave my child at one of these places? Maybe when the time comes I'll welcome the break?
I don't know.
It's a small taste of the heartbreak a parent goes through. And I don't even have my stripes yet.
Freaked out on the way home, I said to the Husband:
But s/he's not even born yet!
He just shook his head and replied:
Homeschooling.
Dragon still isn't born but over the past few weeks I've started checking out some of the local nurseries in my area. Up against the coalface of future parenting reality, I either have to ditch my university course which I'm loathe to do or locate some childcare options quicksmart for when I return to study. Quick being the operative word as places go fast. Even for an unborn child.
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The thing is that everytime I've been to see one of these nurseries, something in me breaks a little. It doesn't matter how nice the staff seem nor how happy the kids look. Whether the meals are organic or if the fees are expensive rather than exorbitant. I feel a little sad each time.
Will I be able to leave my child at one of these places? Maybe when the time comes I'll welcome the break?
I don't know.
It's a small taste of the heartbreak a parent goes through. And I don't even have my stripes yet.
