For years my local daycare was operated by a person I’d trust with my child for up to 10 hours a day. Now it is run from the top by faceless corporate strangers
When my child was enrolled in my local daycare, I felt as though I’d won the lottery. According to mothers’ groups and parent Facebook forums, it was the early learning centre of the postcode: a small, independently run facility with a reputation for retaining educators, a rare thing in an industry known for burning and churning staff.
Day after day, I happily handed over my child to educators who worked to a regular and predictable roster. I came to know and trust them to care for and teach her. Though the daycare was run for profit, it had a strong sense of community. Most staff had been with the centre for more than five years, some for more than 10. The owner knew the name of every kid in the centre. Her family lavishly catered our end-of-year party.
Continue reading… For years my local daycare was operated by a person I’d trust with my child for up to 10 hours a day. Now it is run from the top by faceless corporate strangersWhen my child was enrolled in my local daycare, I felt as though I’d won the lottery. According to mothers’ groups and parent Facebook forums, it was the early learning centre of the postcode: a small, independently run facility with a reputation for retaining educators, a rare thing in an industry known for burning and churning staff.Day after day, I happily handed over my child to educators who worked to a regular and predictable roster. I came to know and trust them to care for and teach her. Though the daycare was run for profit, it had a strong sense of community. Most staff had been with the centre for more than five years, some for more than 10. The owner knew the name of every kid in the centre. Her family lavishly catered our end-of-year party. Continue reading… Australian lifestyle, Life and style, Parents and parenting, Childcare Australia, Family, Industrial relations