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The Pirate and I went to pick up the Baby Goddess at Baby School. As we were walking in, a very large woman with long, greasy hair was yelling at the preschool group teacher.

Apparently, the women's 5-year-old son had hit and kicked the teacher, and in order to restrain him the teacher put him in a high chair. The mother was incensed enough to scream her for it. She was looking pointedly at us and saying "I wonder if all the other parents know that Mona [the director of the day care center] doesn't manage this place. That she has uneducated people like you watching the children." She accused the teacher of abuse and was screaming that the teacher should have called the woman at work and she would have come and picked up her child.

The parent was physically pushing the teacher, who was three or four inches shorter and at least one hundred pounds lighter, across the room. Although my daughter was still smiling and appeared okay (I was holding her), there was another child who came up to me, shaking, and buried her face in my coat.

The Pirate and I didn't say anything for about five minutes. The woman kept yelling at the teacher, saying that she was going to take her children and leave. We waited for her to do just that, but she wouldn't leave, and I didn't want to leave the teacher alone with that awful woman (granted, there was another teacher there too, but the parent looked prepared to take them both on).

I felt rooted to the spot. I didn't know what to say, because the woman was beyond the point where she was listening to reason. Finally the Pirate said "You've said you were going to leave. Why don't you just leave?" And the woman turned on him and screamed "Who the hell are you? Fuck you!" The teacher pointed out that the language wasn't appropriate in a preschool, whereupon the woman screamed "Fuck you!" again and left, slamming the door.

I stayed as the Pirate took the Baby Goddess to the car. I wanted to make sure that the teacher was okay, and get the parent's name so that I could write to the center director.

I'm really torn. My child has been there for a long time and knows and loves her caregivers. On the other hand, the teacher gave me to understand that this is not an uncommon occurence at the school, and I'm not happy about my baby being subjected to abusive, harrassing parents.

I hate being the grownup...

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junglemonkee
Feb. 4th, 2004 09:31 am (UTC)
Update
The Pirate and I took the Baby Goddess in this morning and the morning teacher was there and seemed very embarrassed that we had witnessed the scene last night.

I told her that I was upset that the woman was allowed to keep bringing her children if she was so abusive and the teacher told me that this woman has been told several times since October to find other care for her children.

I am comforted by this, and find it much more believable that this women was asked to leave and didn't than that the center director just didn't care. The teacher told us that this was the last straw and that the center director was coming in early so that she'd be there when the parent came to drop off, and would tell the woman herself to find other care, that she and her children were no longer allowed at the center.

I only hope that's so.
layer
Feb. 4th, 2004 10:06 am (UTC)
Re: Update
i hope so too. that's absolutely horrifying.