Today was rough. I woke up with cautious optimism and to the sound of Christmas music on my radio. I got up, showered and sat down to one precious cup of coffee before my two daycare children arrived. Thursday is my easy day and I looked forward to being able to both catch my breath and catch up on some much needed chores.
The door bell rang and I open it up feeling the frigid air rush into my warm, quiet home. I was happy to see my Golden Parent and my very best daycare child arrive on time and with a smile. Mom, as always wished me a great day and left with a sense of security that her child would be in good hands. I too had a great feeling as this one parent truly understands what it is I do each and every day. This parent is a gem. Sadly, true gems can not be reproduced.
My next knock at the door presented me with the morning's first burst of sunshine and the cutest child to ever walk the earth. Again, parents who are diamonds in the rough. These are my newest parents to my daycare and we are still getting to know each other, testing out the waters and finding some mutual respect and admiration in the process.
Yes, life was good. My cautious optimism turned into pure positivity and I carried on with my much anticipated easy day. And then, as often happens, the perfect world of daycare came crashing down yet again. Like a repetitive drumming in my head yet another parenting forum reared its ugly and ill-conceived ideals of the worth of daycare providers. It's not a new concept nor is it a quiet secret whispered behind closed doors. It is ever present. I know not why it still bothers me; but it does. Perhaps it is my refusal to be viewed as "less than". Or perhaps I simply can not let naysayers spew misnomers.
Why is it that as daycare providers we are possibly the most under appreciated workforce of society? What is it about our jobs that is so lacking of worth and recognition? Yes, today I changed a child who literally pooped up her backside. Ten minutes, twenty wipes, and a change of clothes later I completed a chore that would make most people gag. And I did so with a smile. No, changing poop is not glamorous. But the fact that daycare providers do this for a non-related person should warrant more merit rather than less. We all know the two jobs in society that are the most diminished are those of cleaning up garbage and cleaning up defecation. I'm not sure why this is. If anything they should incur gratitude.
And while I cleaned up this child I replayed those forum posts in my head. And it made me angry. It angered me because of the holier-than-thou attitudes some parents bestow upon daycare providers. We are looked down upon. And the lack of respect is so discernible that it is unpalatable. And now it is apparent that not only are we not deserving of respect and common decency we are also not entitled to the fees we charge, the contracts we forge or the vacation time or pay we so badly need. It is obvious an enormous double standard exists.
Monday morning I will get up and be cautiously optimistic yet again. And, no doubt I will change poop and wipe snot and I will do it with a smile on my face. This alone - this perseverance to continue on despite the blatant disregard and contempt of parents like those on that forum tell me one thing - that I am the one more worthy of respect. You see, like every other daycare provider I could easily go out and get a job that paid more, required less hours, offered full benefits, vacation and bonuses. But I don't. Why? Because despite all the naysayers and parsimonious parents what I do matters. Maybe not to them, but to their kids it does.
Let them have their attitudes and opinions. I know I am right. I know that most daycare providers are good people who do the very best they can. People like these - disrespectful daycare parents - are never going to change. I realize now that they are jealous. Jealous of our ability to stay home and cope with poop and snot and crying all day long. Jealous that we spend more time with their child than they do. They harbour anger and bitterness. And for nine hours a day I will offer their child something else. They are lucky to have me.
For all of those parents who "get it". Know that your daycare provider knows it unequivocally. They cherish you. Keep on doing what you're doing. YOU allow us to get out of bed every day and do what it is we do. YOU allow us to keep that smile on our face while we change the child who has pooped up their backside. So, to all those parents. We collectively thank you.
For concerns, advice or suggestions I welcome your email at judytrickett@yahoo.ca
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