My husband and I are what people these days might call "old-fashioned". By the end of our first date, we had already discussed our own family values and found that we of the same mind. We have definite ideas on what is a man's place and what is a woman's. In our ideal world, mom is home tending the children. In our idea world, there is no need for daycare.
In our ideal world, I was June Cleaver. Tending the home, tending the children... you get the general idea.
Until CPS came into our lives, we were living our family values. No day care for our babies.
The family member tending to our children doesn't share our family values when it comes to a man's place and a woman's place. Or maybe she does and her situation just doesn't have room for her to live it out. (Which is entirely understandable. I know that we have been blessed to have been able to live out these values.) Either way, our babies started daycare a couple of weeks ago. The babies are enjoying themselves, for the most part.
The first thing I saw today when we got a chance to see the babies, though, was my older little one's first black eye. It wasn't blackened yet, it was red, seriously swollen and had a small cut right in the center of it. I imagine that it will be blackened by the end of the weekend.
Apparently there was some disagreement over a toy and this was the end result.
Keep in mind that he is in a group that is all her age (under 3).
If something like this had happened at home, I would have been able to hold him, comfort him, tend to his boo-boos, kiss it make it all better. Today? I have no idea what was done to comfort him, if anything. I have no idea how his wound was cleaned or treated, if it was at all.
My little one had a boo-boo and I could not make it better.
June would repossess my apron.
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