I am so glad that my back is finally (mostly) in working order, because as soon as that little person runs at you with arms open wide...there's not denying a hell-bent toddler!!! And much too late to do anything about it once they are in your arms, demanding a hug, a ride, a swing.
I think, despite, the tantrumming, the restless energy, the refusal to eat, and the moments of all is not well in cuteland, that I could maybe possibly someday want to do this. While it is lovely (wonderful! gleeful!) to hand them back to the rightful parents once your part is over, the sweetness and laughter in childcare is rather fantastic. Even if your IQ shoots down (temporarily, I hope) to accommodate short sentences, an insane amount of repetition, and obsessions (look, Green! There, green! Again, green!) of the moment. So, if I had charming, smart, cheerful, friendly, good sleeper, unfussy, outgoing, gentle, mostly well behaved, cute, kind, funny, generous offspring, (ooh, and preferably a good, nonpicky eater that never gets sick) then I, too could be a parent. Now, where can I order one of those?
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