Confessions of a Retired Childcare Provider
This morning, I've sat here at my computer, contemplating what if anything I should do today. I've decided this post is probably the only thing I'm going to do. Although I did make another pot of coffee. I never again have to let a stranger in my house to inspect my toys, my enrollment records, or my training records. The next diaper I change won't happen until one of my children has children, which won't be anytime soon. The only nose I ever have to wipe again is my own. I can do my grocery shopping on a Wednesday morning and clean my house on a Thursday afternoon. I can do my laundry on a Monday afternoon and run errands during the daytime any day of the week that I want.
I can leave my vitamins on my counter, my cleaning supplies in the bathroom, and let the cords on my window blinds swing free. I could even have an alcoholic drink at noon if I want. I won't ever have to watch children's television programming again. I can sell every last toy and tiny piece of furniture in my house. I won't have to buy baby wipes or latex gloves ever again. I can say a curse word aloud if I stub my toe, instead of yelling "fiddlesticks!" I can take the dog for a walk every morning. I can leave my shoes downstairs. I can leave the dishes in the sink for three days if I want. I could even leave the bathroom door open when I go.
I no longer have to read nutritional labels and track what meals I make and serve. I don't have to keep grocery receipts ever again. I don't ever again have to throw away uneaten vegetables. I can sit in complete silence for hours at a time. I can throw away the naptime CD I've listened to a billion times over the past 25 years. I no longer have to hang a sign on my door at naptime to deter delivery drivers from ringing the bell. I can take my own nap if I choose. I can leave the garden hose strung out across my lawn and not worry that a child might trip over it. I don't have to scour my backyard for dog poop every single day. I can wear my pajamas all day. Or nothing at all.
Will I miss the children? Yes, of course. Will I miss the parents? Yes, of course. Will I miss the hugs and kisses from the kids? Yes, of course. Will I miss hearing, "I love you Miss Lisa!" every single day? Yes, of course. Do I know that God in all His great wisdom will find another way to keep me involved with young children and their development? Yes, of course He will. After all, working with young children is my "God's work" and I'm certain He's got something very interesting in store for me. For now, my short term plan is to relax, well, learn to relax. I'll be exploring this new life, blogging, creating a website for childcare providers to download training classes, and setting up an occasional classroom training for daycare teachers. The world is wide open to me at this very moment and I'm excited to see where my new path will take me!