If I had a dime for every time I heard, "I don't know how you do Daycare. I could never do it." I would be a very rich girl. Usually when I hear those words, I just smile and say something like, "Well, it's not for everyone." But, after doing a little thinking, I finally have my answer.
I've worked with adults. I've worked with kids. I'd rather work with kids. They laugh freely and say funny things, without worrying about what anyone else thinks. They always say, "sorry" when they hurt you. (Usually without being told.) Without saying a word, they know when you are feeling sad or mad or slightly crazy, (Like anywhere else, not everyday is cupcakes and fuzzy bunnies. But for the most part, it's great!) and give unconditional love and hugs all day long. They don't care what brand your clothes are, or what kind of car you drive. They don't care if your house isn't fancy. They love your couch with the stuffing falling out, and your walls and floors with the holes in them, because they spent many happy hours playing on that couch and those floors. (And over the years, they helped create those holes!) They think you are the smartest person in the whole wide world, and there isn't anything you don't know about. (Love that age!) And at the end of the day, they don't want to leave. But they do. Then in the morning, they come back. Ready to take on the world, breakfast and mickey mouse. As long as you are there by their side, there's nothing they can't do. It's quite an honor. Yes, I am blessed. It's what I do. I am a Child Care Provider. I am my own boss. I make my own rules. I am a superhero and a princess, wrapped up in one. What's not to love?
