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10/12/2016
Dear Dr. Laura:
On my way home last week, I passed a daycare center, and noticed a little blonde-haired girl, around 5 or 6 years old in the fenced-in yard of the center. Her little fingers were on the fence and she was waving to me with the other hand. It was a slow wave, and she looked very sad. I waved back, wanting to stop the car and give her a big hug.
My job sometimes takes me into daycare centers, and I hate it. Recently I was in one at lunch time with about 16 little kids gathered around a big table eating lunch. As I walked through the place, there was an infant sleeping in an automatic swing with no one watching. These kinds of things break my heart.
I don't have kids of my own, but my five siblings and I were lucky to be brought up by a stay-at-home mom. As I got older, I asked her "how did you do it?" She told me she always knew she was going to stay home when she had kids. And she said she LOVED staying home. She and my father went without a lot, but the six of us never knew what we didn't have, because we had so much love in our home.
Molly
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