The one with the strangers

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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.
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, รผber 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 ๐Ÿ™‚
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.


  1. I felt exactly the same when our eldest started preschool but I told myself that it will benefit her enormously. I guess there is a marked difference between starting out at a nursery where everyone we be strangers (but soon will become very familiar and play a key role in the kids develeopment – if I hear my daughter bat on about And Sue dis this and Sue did that) and walking off with a strange person at the swings who theyve never met before.

  2. I felt a bit like this when I handed mine for the first time too. But after seeing her come out looking so happy and chatting away about how much she enjoyed it, I felt much more relaxed about the whole thing ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. I feel like that, too – I know some people have great relationships with their nursery staff, and some have Nannies who are fab, or childminders, but I always feel wrong leaving mine, despite loving working. It feels bad. Right there with you. But I also know the kids love it there, with those people.

    They have loads of fun and play and dance and sing.

    It kind of feels like they’re cheating on me, with those strangers.

    1. Dropped him off again yesterday and he just trotted off, got to an activity table and sat down. Waved goodbye and I left him.
      Felt much better.

  4. Oh yes, quite normal the first time. I remember my wife being in tears when we took our eldest to nursery for her first day. I’m sure you’ll find it gets easier over time.

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