I'm updating late today because I had to take J for his semi-annual dentist appt. Despite the fact that he was totally freaked out that a stranger was touching him, he got a glowing report. No plaque, no cavities, nothing exciting. Thank goodness, if she wanted to do more than that to him I'm pretty sure we would have to knock him out. He was so upset by just the thorough check-up, about the same as the barber.
I like the dentist, don't get me wrong. She is super nice, and good with kids normally. I tried to explain away the behavior as just stranger anxiety with a little I'm-two-I-do-my-own-thing attitude mixed in. The response I got was, "He's not in daycare? He really should be." Uh?
Now, before everyone suits up in their battle armor, let me just say that I'm Switzerland. Really, to each his own. It's your kid, you have to live with them all this life so it is totally your choice. SAHM, WAHM, Working Mom, does not matter to me. I choose to stay at home with my son because I think it is a very short couple of years away from my career. I want to invest my time and attention in raising him while he is still little. These are the memories I want when I'm 80 years old rocking in the rocking chair. I don't think it's wrong to put your kid in daycare, you do what you have to do, what you want to do. But I'm shocked that I would be told that "I should." As in I'm wrong not to. I agree, my son could benefit from socialization. With no siblings, he is a bit clingy to me. But I'm looking into some classes for him for the spring. I don't think daycare is the answer for me. And I'm offended to be told such.
I live in a very big major city, and that attitudes about things here are so not what I was raised to believe. Money is not my King, it's not what I worship, it's not what I serve. I don't need things to be happy. And yet the underlying premise to every conversation that I have with anyone I meet here has to do with money, working, (to-buy) things. I miss the country, I miss my little map-dot small town I grew up in. The people there have nothing, but they are happy. It's funny, as a teenager/young adult, I spent all my time dreaming and planning a way out of that little backward town. As an adult, I spent a good portion of my daydreaming trying to figure out how to get back there. I could only be so lucky to be practice medicine in a small town like that.
Clearly my thoughts are just all over the place today. I miss seeing pages on my blog. And even though I have no time, I could not resist the beautiful Studio Calico Jan kit:
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