It all started with strawberries. If they had just let her bring the strawberries into her classroom, I might have continued to blindly hand my child over to the fat kid factory every day. Imagine a daycare where, instead of focusing on teaching the child and serving nutritious meals, they load them with sugar and keep the tv on. Yeah, that’s where I’ve been sending my baby for the last four weeks. But not anymore.
Early last week I was walking baby into the class and was holding her cup of berries. I always give her some sort of fresh fruit in the mornings because I noted they weren’t serving fresh fruit at all and I was trying to supplement their offerings. She starts eating it in the car and if she hasn’t finished by the time we arrive than I take it in with her. The director informed me that no outside food was permitted in the building because of daycare. Yes, I get that, but I still wanted her to eat every morning before she arrives. I told the director that I only give her food because I wasn’t happy with their menu.
The director, of course, went on the defensive. She informed me that the state approved the menu. Like that was supposed to appease me. The state is full of fat kids, yo. I had been avoiding having the discussion because I kinda knew what the end result was and I was trying to give my wallet a break.
I began questioning the menu. I told her I did not think “cheese toast” was an appropriate breakfast. For those of you from north of the Mason-Dixon line who, like me, have never heard of such a thing, “cheese toast” is exactly what it sounds like. A piece of bread with a slice of cheese on it. Prison food. Or what I imagine Harriet carried with her on the trip up North. Why they don’t just put some butter on that bitch and call it grilled cheese I can’t understand.
Next I questioned the juice. I asked if they were serving 100% juice or juice drink. She didn’t bat an eye as she told me it was juice drink. In what reality is it okay to serve children juice drink on a daily basis??? I was furious, but I kept my cool. I told her I also didn’t like sugar cookies for snacks and told her that Regan was milk and water only from now on. No juice drink.
I left work and knew I had to start making a plan to get her out of there. I did reasearch all week long. I didn’t want to make any rash decisions, so I decided that I would feed her a hearty breakfast every morning and instruct them not to give her any breakfast.
Friday when I dropped her off I watched the teacher pull out a piece of bread and place it before her. I commented that she probably would’t eat it because she really isn’t into bread like that. She casually remarked, “oh the kids love it because it has sugar on it.”
Ya’ll, I almost passed out. They were feeding my baby cinnamon sugar toast for breakfast. And nothing else! I would have snatched my baby up then but I had to get to work and get some things done. I smiled at the lady and thought to myself: you’ll never see her again after today.
I got to work and went into straight hustle mode. By the end of the day, I would find her a new daycare.
The place I decided on is actually the place I had originally planned to place her last month. I chose the place she is at now because I was saving about $200 a month. I stopped by for a second tour of the facility and I swear I almost cried. The place is so obviously better than where she was. I felt guilty for compromising her learning and nutrition for a couple of hundred of bucks. This morning was her first day at the new school. I was worried that she was going to cry and I would have trouble leaving her, but as soon as she saw the other kids eating her all time favorite food (applesauce) she walked right over, pulled out a chair and sat down.
Regan deserves the best and as God as my witness, if I have to
work the pole date 80 year old white men cancel cable stop eating out, she will always have the best.