Today I did something I have never done before.
It made me feel different than I thought it would.
I didn’t think I would be that bothered by it, but I was.
I know I have to do it again.
I know that people do it all the time.
The Mrs does it every week and it doesn’t bother her. In fact she quite likes it!
What was this heinous act?
It was giving my child to a stranger. A fully qualified stranger, but a stranger none the less.
I have spoken on this blog before about the desire to send BB to a nursery. A few months back we did that, for 1 morning a week. Last week, The Mrs and I made the decision that we could probably stretch to 2 mornings a week. this was down to the chance of The Mrs getting more hours at her work and of course the added benefit we feel it would give BB.
As I started late today, I thought it would be a good chance for me to go with The Mrs and take BB to nursery. After all, I had never been, didn’t know where it was as everything has always been done while I am at work and soon, I will have to do it as the wife will be at work.
As we approached the door, The Mrs pushed the buzzer. I awaited with bated breath to hear the special password that would be needed to open this mega secure facility that would hold my first-born for the next 2 hours and 45 minutes.
I waited some more.
Then without a word spoken, I heard a buzzing sound and the door was pulled open by somebody from the inside. (I am assured however, there is no special, über secretive password……Maybe there should be!)
We climbed the stairs and we entered the playroom. After we pretended to look for BB’s name (How long do you pretend to leave a kid who can’t read looking for his own name?)
As we entered the room, we were welcomed by smiling faces. Friendly faces. nameless faces.
I asked BB for a kiss and a squeeze (cuddle) and we wandered off, taking the hand of a nameless strange.
It felt strange.
I didn’t like it.
Even BB didn’t look too sure, which is what I think spooked me even more.
I know he is safe and I know that after about 43 seconds after I left him with these strangers, he was probably enjoying himself surrounded by toys and by other kids.
All their lives we will teach our kids to be wary of strangers and here I am passing mine over willingly. PAYING strangers to take my children from me. “It’s OK to talk to strangers, if they are smiling and surrounded by other children and hand me down toys”. Silly, but you get my point 🙂
I can only assume these are normal feelings. Feelings felt by all parents when they leave their children for the first time?
Hopefully, next time, the feeling wont be there.
As always, thanks for reading.