Day care confession
April 25, 2008
Oh, don’t get me wrong: I think it’s important for young children (i.e. younger than “school age”) to be raised by a parent — mother or father, doesn’t matter which — rather than shipped off to a warehouse for measles and the common cold (i.e. a typical day care). With a little one due to be born in a few months, my thinking on this matter has become somewhat concentrated, in fact, and I am less enthusiasitc than ever about sending any child of mine off to be in the care of a disinterested other; it would be infinitely preferable to set up a system whereby either Grace or I stayed home to look after the young’uns while the other went out and worked.
You know…the “traditional” way of doing things, more or less.
Admittedly, however, a small part of my desire to see that my kids never set foot inside a day care centre does stem from the fact that by my doing so, people like the hypothetical “Doris” in this article would be shocked and dismayed.
But then, some people need to be shocked occasionally — the jolt might be the only thing that shakes them free of their destructive (and just generally incorrect) world-view.
