on daycare, childcare, and being a working parent
The notion that people “let someone else” raise their kids because they send them to daycare is ludicrous.
The notion that people “let someone else” raise their kids because they send them to daycare is ludicrous.
Your first birthday came almost as quickly as you, it seems.
I feel as though all of the uneasiness I had about being thirty-five has washed away and instead, I’m filled with gratitude. Gratitude for the lessons I’ve learned, the gifts I’ve received, and the life I’ve built so far.
The mom I thought I would be wouldn’t love her baby any more or any less. She wouldn’t feel less fulfilled or like a stranger to herself. She wouldn’t be happier. Neither version is a failure.
It doesn’t feel possible that eight years have passed since your very first day and now, here you are: officially a middle schooler.