I was raised by a stay-at-home mom. I had all the wonderful opportunities one gets from that experience.
My kids have each been in some sort of daycare and/or school aftercare since they were infants.
I both love my work, and have never felt great about this.☝️
Aftercare was for kids whose parents can’t get them due to work requirements, according to me.
What did that mean about me when I finally had a flex schedule yet chose to keep them in? ?
As a kid, I felt bad for the aftercare kids.
As an adult, once the clock hit 2:40, I felt guilt.
But as I picked apart the facts, I realized I had made it all up! ?
What I hadn’t considered, is any good that could come.
Imaginative play, a new crew of friends and trusted adults…
Most importantly, a parent who had a chance to complete their workday and could now be fully present with my kids.✨
Peacefully posting this at 2:40 p.m. ?
