But I digress. As much as I enjoy having 45 darling kids as neighbors between the hours of 6:30AM and 6:30PM, my experience with the daycare center has only confirmed a notion that I adopted a long time ago, which is this: I absolutely will not let my babies grow up in a daycare center. Ideally, I'll be able to stay home with them and raise them myself, but if that's not an option then a babysitter is the only alternative. Before my parents moved from Houston to Dallas, I had a babysitter named Clara who started teaching me to read before I was three and who used to scratch my back whenever I asked (a comforting, loving gesture that my poor boyfriend will now be obligated to perform until the end of time). I got to play with my own toys, nap on my own bed, run in my own backyard, eat in my own kitchen, and interact with an adult when mom and dad were working.
I feel so sorry for the little ones across the street who spend 8-12 hours a day (that's 40-60 hours per week!) in small building with minimal supervision. Theoretically, the babies who are dropped off at 6:30 in the morning and picked up at 6:30 at night only have about two hours per weekday to spend at home with mom and dad. What's the point?
I appreciate that my sweet future hubs:
shares my opinion (which is kind of a trend with us, except when it comes to NASA, about which he is dead wrong) and will allow me to stay at home and mold our future little red-headed kids into food-loving, travel-appreciating, indie/alt. rock-jamming, book-devouring individuals who will suit our lifestyles.
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