It’s funny, sometimes, when I tell people that I work in a daycare. I hear, “Oh, you babysit,” a lot of the time.
Yeah. No. So much more.
I have always had a special heart for working in daycare. I really think that’s what God put me on earth to do. I worked in daycare all four years of college, and worked in daycare while Dan was at the seminary. And now.
Before I was a parent myself, and also when I was a young mother, I had a general disdain for working mothers. It was my thought that the mother’s place is in the home. But as I grew as a mom and matured as an adult as well, I realized that being a stay-at-home mom is not for everyone. And it’s also not always possible in some households. Enter daycare.
What an honor we have, working in daycare, caring for these children every day. I take it seriously, and it is so much more than just babysitting. Yes, I wipe butts and noses. I give bottles, feed lunches, put little ones down for naps. But I also read stories. I sing songs and practice ABCs. I talk about shapes and numbers. I develop fine motor skills through art projects. I give sensory experiences and opportunities for large motor play. I teach.
I teach, and I love, and I care for. I do this for the parents that are working hard to provide for their own families. My most sincere hope is that I give the parents some sense of comfort, that while they can’t be with the children they love so dear, the children are being loved just the same.
It’s so much more than babysitting.