Today I’m torn, confused and disappointed in myself. I pride myself in being open minded and I embrace diversity. That’s the way I operate and the morals I want to instil in my child.
That is why today I am disappointed in myself. My husband did the daycare pick up this afternoon, as he does every afternoon. Today he sent me a message to let me know he’d collected Miss 1.5 and that there had been a new relief teacher in her room. A male relief teacher.
That is why I’m disappointed in myself. Immediately I was angry that the school hadn’t warned us that there would be a male teacher, I wondered how nappy changes would be handled, I wondered who would put my daughter to sleep and if the male cater would be alone with her.
I’m ashamed to have had those thoughts. That’s not the person I am. If there was a female relief teacher I wouldn’t have the same opinion.
The carers that my daughter has are nothing short of amazing, why would I assume someone they employ would be anything less… And why did I instantly jump to the worst possible scenario?
If I had a female tradesperson I would think good on her, following her dreams in a male dominated industry.
So I’m pulling back, making the concious decision to trust the centre and have faith that they have done all the checks that they would do on any applicant.