Today, the wee lad started daycare. It’s not as emotional as I thought it would be.
Yesterday at church (that still feels strange writing that), I mentioned this to another father who has a son a little older than James. He asked me what kind of daycare it was.
Not quite understanding the question, and as usual, not one to press for clarification, I answered, “Um, a private one? It’s a new place near my office in Ville St-Laurent.”
We spoke some more on the topic and he gave me some friendly advice about being patient with new daycares as they’ll spend some months working out the bugs.
And then I felt inadequate for not sending my kid to a daycare with a declared educational philosophy.