I have a friend who's currently looking for daycare.
Something I know first hand is no easy feat.
As a lot of moms do, she's struggling with the thought of having to leave her girls.
While talking about it she said something that immediately rubbed me the wrong way.
"How can I just let someone else raise my children?"
Now she didn't mean to offend me.
She's just feeling the working mom guilt.
But those few little words really struck a cord.
As I'm sure they do to ALL working mothers.
Dropping my 3 month old baby off at daycare that first day ranks up there as one of my hardest mom days to date.
I was basically leaving my son with people I didn't really know.
I was trusting them his care.
I had to believe that while no one replaces me as his mom, they would care for him like he was their own.
But never once did I ever think of it as someone else raising my child.
Sure they make sure all his basic needs are met.
Help teach him his letters and numbers. Shapes and colors.
But I'm the one who continues to teach him at home. Trying to make everything we do a learning experience.
I'm the one who read him his favorite book 100 times a day which I fully credit to the fact that by 18 months he could count and identify all his numbers 1-10. Something that amazed even his daycare teachers.
And I'm the one who boasted with pride when his teacher said he's continually the only child in his toddler class who says "please" and "thank you"
That's because of me. His parent. The one who's raising him to be good person.
Just because my child is in someone elses hands 5 days a week doesn't mean I've washed my hands of this whole parenting gig.
The same way a SAHM isn't done raising her child when she sends them off to kindergarten.
Honestly, are we really ever done?
Daycare is simply my village.
The ones who help reinforce the things I'm teaching him at home.
The ones who care for him when I cannot.
But at the end of the day, I'm in the driver's seat.
I make all the decisions.
I'm the one raising my child.