Childcare update/parental sensitivies
This is a two in one blog post because I wanted to write about both of these things.
Post 1: Childcare.
So we toured two child cares. The first one we liked and the second one was at a church and had a whiteboard that said, “Don’t let Satan put a question mark where God put a period” so we are going with the first one! It’s an in home place which I was weary about but it is very nice. The woman who runs it is a single woman in her late 20’s/early 30’s and lives alone. She has a bedroom in the back of the house and the rest is set up like a childcare. It is currently just her but she has someone starting in January so then will be able to have up to ten kids enrolled. She has back up teachers if she is sick, she has lots of toys but not too many toys, she has a fenced yard, and she is about $250 cheaper than our current childcare. The only drawback is she’s not much closer than our current sitter but we can live with that. She lives very close to a big public park and swimming pool so we can do stuff after work there with Gus. We are starting part time in January and will keep him with our current sitter two days a week. He’ll go full time there in February.
Post 2: Parental Sensitives.
Lesley called her dad tonight and her dad asked a question about if Gus is ready for Santa. Lesley explained to her dad that we’re not doing Santa. We don’t think that the whole Santa thing is bad or harmful, it’s just not for us. If you know other people who don’t do Santa then you likely know the reasons – if you are curious I’ll explain more but that’s not totally the point here. Lesley’s dad was a bit defensive – she was raised with Santa and was not harmed.
This kind of thing happens a lot when our plans to parent go against how we were raised. I’ve seen it with crying it out, with rice cereal in a bottle, with circumcision. It’s surprising to me yet I get it. I get it because I’ve seen parents who are my peers get defensive about their choices and it’s surprises me because these are our parents, not our peers. I don’t know how to have these conversations without offending them. Lesley and I both had wonderful childhoods. We had great parents and were happy and healthy and all those things people hope for. Yet we still want to do some things differently. I wish our parents didn’t take that as a personal attack – they did nothing wrong, but we still want to do some things differently. Lesley’s dad is the first one we told about Santa – I expect years of parental disappointment ahead of us.