I’m not sure who suffers the most on a child’s
first month at daycare. Is it the weeping child, the anxious parent, or the
care provider trying to calm the child and the parent?
I can only speak from my perspective, and I’m
gonna place my bet on – The parent.
Surviving First Day
Whether you are dropping your infant off for
their first day ever away from the wicked awesomeness that is Mommy, or
dropping your toddler off for their first day at a new daycare, the first day
blows. The first time I dropped Ansh off at daycare, I sat outside his
classroom and howled like a fat girl whose cake has been stolen. There were 10
crying kids in the room and somehow I could recognize his cry amongst all
others. Yeah, this torture called motherhood, enables your sixth sense to
recognize your kid’s voice even in a loud setup. That made me ever more
depressed. So I sent a random parent inside to spy on him, who came outside and
told me that my kid was sitting in a corner playing with dough, and not crying.
“I don’t understand? I can hear him cry”. I was sure that he confused my kid
with someone else’s, so I described him Ansh again. “Yeah! The ONLY Indian kid
in class right? He is playing and not crying at all”.
Hmmmm…. So my sixth sense wasn’t working so
well. But somehow, I didn’t want to believe him. I came home and cried even
louder. At this point, I called my parents, my sister, my husband, my friends
and everybody else I could think of who could make sense of my mumbling while
crying. But none of them said anything different from what I already knew.
“It’s good for him”. It’s only when Ansh’s teacher sent me his picture of playing
with ball, did I breathe.
Surviving the Germ Pool
No, it’s not just an urban myth that daycares
are cesspools of germs. Ear infection, Hand Foot and Mouth, roseola croup, you
name it. Daycares are full of sexy- sounding illnesses that will invade your
child.
Ansh started daycare 3 months ago. Yes,
germ-filled, push-your-kid-off-the-swing set, pay-them-half-your-salary,
daycare. And in the last 3 months, this is already his 19th cold, my
4th sore throat, and Ashish’s 100th anxiety attack.
“Is he scratching his ear more than usual?”
“How did he bump his head?” “What’s that on his knee?” “Does he look too pale
to you?” “There’s something different about his eyebrow today” “He’s missing a
hair from his head”… okay, I completely made up the last one, but this is
exactly what he sounds like.
In most cases it’s just teething/ cold/ him
trying to sap your will to live. That’s when we dose him up with Tylenol and
pray that it gets better by the morning. Or for long enough to get to work,
pour ourselves a cup of coffee and check our emails before we get The Call.
Surviving The Call
Every mom dreads seeing their daycare’s number
come up on their phones. It is never them calling to let you know that your kid
is a ray of sunshine and they just wanted you to know how much they love having
them. It is daycare calling to let you know that he has hit his head again or
that his fever is beyond the magic number of 100.1. And he needs to be picked
up. The Call always seems to come when you are right in the middle of something
important, like updating your blog. Great! This means, another week of
sniffing, coughing, medicines, cranky baby and a cranky husband. Let me publish
this post and then I’ll answer the call.
Surviving The Mean Kid
Every daycare has a mean kid. They are the one
that you just look at and can see that their tiny beady eyes are filled with
mirth. This is the kid that is always pushing, hitting, saying
"mine!". You know, the one you have to fight off
the urge on a daily basis to tell they are going to grow up with no friends.
Surviving The Missed Milestone
It is inevitable that since our child is at
daycare so often, he will hit some sort of milestone for them and not for us.
Really? My baby said his first word/ learnt to eat by himself/ completed his
doctoral thesis today? Thanks for letting me know.
Well, my point is, being a daycare mom isn’t a job of the fragile,
I-can’t-drive-because-I got-Henna-on moms. If you got henna on your hands, you
cover it up with toilet paper and keep moving. Because only the tough ones
survive!
5 comments:
As a mum of a daycare going toddler I can totally relate to it,every word. It's scary world out there for our little one! Mean kids, bulling all that is so true... but it's also good, it teaches them how to defend themselves. They are not going to find ppl like theirs parents through out their life, some bad experience is sometimes important...sadly.
Nailed it! I echo the same thoughts each day!
Nailed it! I echo the same thoughts each day!
@Betsy: True that! This motherhood is such a torture ;)
@Usha: So glad that you can relate :)
But I love the torture.
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