I was listening to Stefans' podcast, It's subbed, I don't know when he made it.
It was uploaded by another on Oct 5th 2015
The Truth About Daycare & Absentee Parents https://youtu.be/t1shQK7mP4Y
Once I gained my drivers license, the first thing on my mind was being hired " a job"
I was 17, my first car, long story. My parents didn't buy it. It came out of money that
was my own. My 1200.00 car, I am dating myself.
My friend was a volunteer at the city hospital. She said they always need volunteers,
you should go up there. She to give me the contact info. I called,I made the appt, I met
a woman who was of the Red Cross, her office in the admin offices, the same hosp.
She was very interested in me. She to ask me if I would take a test, this after the interview.
I was WOW this is pretty heavy for being one to pass out magazines to patients.
She then said there was an opening, a volunteer needed, to work at the Hospitals Staff
Daycare, a daycare for staff members infant to preschool age children. This was in a separate
building. She sent me, I went. I wasn't to be there for any length of time, I did stay.
I was there for about 2 hours. The director was a lovely lady, she was from Australia.
She asked if I would return the next day, after school let out. I very excited, yes I will.
That day, my first real day, I was offered a paid hourly part time position.
I was placed in the infant room. 6wks was the youngest. A wait list for the infant room,
that was of many women, they employed or their spouses employed by the hospital.
There was 6 infants assigned to each caregiver. The oldest was 12 mos. They at
12.5 mos were graduated across the hall to the toddler room. 12 toddlers to each
care giver. I graduated after a year with the infants I began with. I moved with the
children. I was employed with this daycare for just shy of five years, part time, full time.
I voluntarily quit. I said to myself, I cannot do another tour. These were my first kids.
I saw them 5 days a week, from they being 6wks to now 4.5 yrs, 5 yrs of age, they
to graduate off to Kindergarten. These kids today are in their 30's - they to be
married, children of their own, I suspect.
The mothers who were nurses, doctors, they used the day care " at times of"
need, and or within an odd shift thrown at them. These kids were not lifers.
The babies, the toddlers, the preschoolers of the women who were of Admin level, executive.
These the women in the suits. These women who waited until they were mid 30's
early 40's to have their " ONE", these were the lifers. They were brought in
by one or the other parent, at crack axx dawn, and they were not picked up until
after 5:30 pm. They there 5 days a week. These were my heart breakers.
These who were lifers, they why I would not quit. Why I stayed and went to the
end with them. I simply was gobsmacked by their mothers.
These women who had years of work within their past, plenty of time to bank a savings.
These women making huge bacon, early 80's,
mid 80's compared to the NURSES. They bringing in over 40, 50k " the Eighties"
when Money was worth something. This them, not including their spouses income added
to their household.
Where is BABY? Baby makes a great conversation piece over a stiff martini
and shoes kicked off, on a Friday night. As these lifers knew that who ever was picking them
up on FRIDAY.. they had a diaper bag all ready and packed, they were to go to So and So's
house to spend the night, because .. MOTHER had a tough week in the board room.
This when your heart is cracking breaking, this precious little person holding on to you so tight.
They tired, it's near 6pm, they've been with you the 2nd shift, they dropped off at 6AM.
They burying their head into your neck, they snorting their snorty breath, squeezing your
boob, they whisper, Mumma .. as their bio donor and or who ever was sent to pick them up
on FRIDAY .. stares at you, as if you had stolen their children's trust away...from them.
No no sorry, no can do, you're going to have to figure out your guilt trip your laying
on yourself with someone else. I am not that person. I am to remind this precious baby boy and or
baby girl, my name is " Miss ___", me to have to pry them off my body, to hand them over.
They some to scream their brains out, arms out reached to me. Their own mother a stranger to them.
They to know, it was that they learned very early the label Mumma, became what it was
Unspoken. My highest wage when I left, after just shy of 5 yrs of service, my hourly rate: 4.02 an hour.
I was though in exchange provided 5 yrs of education of what not to do, my daughter is today almost
25. She is married, she has two babies. Her husband, he is hungry. He works full time and takes on every and any
odd job extra, that she is " able" to stay home and Raise ' their children" - they are not rich.
There is no way she could make enough $$$ to put one let alone two into daycare, it would cost her/them
in countless ways, the children to lose out the most. She wants to be at home, if she had a choice, she
would be ? at home.
They make it work, they to know, if it's not them, who is it to be? they planned their children, and both
know it's 24/7 " shared" - sacrifice isn't as painful as some think it is ..in the big scope wallets do not have feelings.
The kids, each and everyone of them from the daycare, I remember their names, their faces, their
uniqueness each one held. I can only pray that someone saw within them their personalities and they
were provided for .. a person to come along to recognize them, that they were not felt to be permanent
orphans..grrr .. Kids are not house plants. They need LOVE from their parents, they need to BOND.
This is who they are human beings, they are not puppets...to be used for show. These Executive Mothers
where are they now.. more than likely receiving a ' Jelly of the month club" membership for Christmas, from
their " Child" they .. had to have.