Well, my friends, we’ve done it again. The Hills have taken down another daycare.
Not really…but, that’s how it feels.
Yet again we are faced with the closure of another center we placed our trust into and got love out of for over two years. This time was much more difficult.
We got word of the closure the beginning of last year. I didn’t want to talk about it with you all for a few reasons: 1. I didn’t want y’all to think we were bad luck!, 2. I didn’t want to think about it, and 3. I thought maybe the decision would change.
Unlike our last closure, this was one I thought could be turned around. I as much as possible to make damn sure I could tell Lincoln I gave it my all to keep his school open. The last closure was due to abuse allegations. This one, in my opinion, was an abuse of power issue.
So, we’ve move on once again. Though the center we love even more than the first is still open for another six months, we decided to pull Lincoln out early so we didn’t have to worry every day that TODAY was going to be the last. Since there was no warning of a closure, I expected there to be no warning if they decided to close it even earlier than promised.
“They” are not those who work within the daycare, but those who decide its fate nonetheless. The daycare is within a vocational school where a board makes the decisions. They made this one last year with, what I gather, were zero facts on the impact of this decision. I’ve shown up to the board meetings time and time again to try to tell them what a gem they’ve got in that center, but it is the end, my friend.
How do we move on (AGAIN!)? Well, this one has been a doozy. Lincoln is older now (4 instead of 2) and had his buddies and his favorites teachers (all of them!). He can verbalize now and has an opinion and wonders everyday why the heck we’re going to this new school.
How would you explain such a significant change to a four year old?
We’ve just been dealing with this as a loss. We have no other options. We tell Lincoln his old school is closed, but he’ll see his friends from there still (we’ve vowed to have monthly meet ups), and he’ll make new friends at this new place.
I used to think it was hard trying to figure out what he was thinking when he couldn’t talk. I know now it’s WAY harder to actually have him tell me what’s going on in his little head. And, while I’m comfortable with the choice we made in his new daycare, I long for the other one. I think about it and the teachers there several times a day and wish things could be different.
Erin Hill is mom to Lincoln, born in January 2010, and Reagan, born in November 2013. She's learning as she goes and is experiencing everything a new mom goes through the second time around while seeing the humor, irony, and enjoyment in her adventures.
Erin is a full-time technical writer and co-founder and writer for SlimSavers.com in her "spare time." She lives in Plum with Lincoln, her husband, Adam, their dog, Roxie, and five (yes, five) cats, Nirvana, Gary Roberts, Elvis, Talbot and Forrest.