Visit 3
I went on this visit sans husband just to drop off paperwork.  Both
the director and the Assistant Director were very helpful. Easy.

Okay. I was nervous. I was planning on bringing Marshall in and
staying wit him for a bit. Then I would leave for an hour or so. I
would then come back and take him home. Easy-peasy.

When I arrive, I hear the teacher talking sternly to a baby. Ugh.
Seriously? The kid is crying, you wanna, I don’t know, pick him up?
She’s in there alone with three children. What happened to the two
teachers in a classroom? The Director comes down the hall and says
it’s okay to go in. (Yippee.)
The Director also brings in another woman. She says that this woman is
a floater; and since  another teacher called in sick she’ll be in
Marshall’s room. This woman is great. Great tone of voice when she
talks to kids. She picks up the crying child.

Marshall is doing great. He’s playing with cars. He shares a
shakey-bell thing with another little girl and plays with a doll.
Fine. Meanwhile, crying kid has a snotty nose and a little girl wants
me to play with her. During story time Marshall listens to the story.
The floater woman was great. She helped the little girl clean her nose
and rocked the crying boy. The other woman? She complained that the
boy wanted to be held. She complained that the baby wanted to be held.
Really? I’m thinking she’s in the wrong business.
The crying boys comes over to me crying and I rock him to sleep during
the story.
This is an hour. The next 30 minutes there is upstairs playing time.
Five balls for 15 kids. Lame. One little girl put a pretend strawberry
in her mouth. The response, “Get that out of your mouth!”

Little girl puts a bouncy ball that is too big for the basketball hoop
in the basketball hoop. The response? “Didn’t I just tell you not to
do that? That’s too big!”

No gentle re-direction. No sense of the fact that these toddlers learn
by doing. How else are they supposed to know that a ball is too big
unless they try to put it in the hoop? My heart was crushed by the
tone they used with the kids. No one spoke to Marshall that way, but I
have no doubt that had I not been there, they might have.

So at this point I take the baby downstairs and nurse him. Then the
rest of the class comes down and gets ready for craft time. Play-doh
is the project. I am confident Marshall will love this, so it’s a
fantastic time to leave. I hug and kiss him good-bye and go. I call
the husband about the tone used by one of the teachers.  He is also
concerned. Now, I’m ready to yank him out of the program. He is
willing to give them another shot. We should, he reasons, tell them
the problems we see, and let them fix them. Now, I am concerned that
if I tell the Director the problems, the teacher will take out her
anger on the kid.

In the end, I tell the Director the issues I have and she says that
she will talk about it with the teacher. I’m not sure if I have done
the right thing. I’m not sure if this is the right place for my son.
Daycare? It’s affordable, but how much am I losing out with less
individual attention?


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