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Post by Lyn N Trousers on Oct 2, 2009 21:19:06 GMT
I've posted this in The Rectory rather than on SB as I don't believe it appropriate to hold any kind of debate on this.
I can't describe how I feel but I just want to send my thoughts and hopes to the families involved.
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Post by sarah on Oct 2, 2009 21:32:58 GMT
Indeed Lyn an awfull worry for all the parents and their families. May I join you in sending best thoughts to all those involved. xx
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Post by scoo on Oct 5, 2009 17:45:16 GMT
I'm so glad my children never went to nursery, or playschool. I took the view, It was my choice to have the children, so I brought them up, not farmed them out. Yes times were tough and money was short, but we coped.
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Post by Beau Leggs on Oct 5, 2009 20:28:56 GMT
I'm so glad my children never went to nursery, or playschool. I took the view, It was my choice to have the children, so I brought them up, not farmed them out. Yes times were tough and money was short, but we coped. Firstly I've no idea what the story is behind the topic of Plymouth Nursery, so obviously I can't comment. My children were never farmed out to a nursery. We placed them into one because of the more social interaction with their peer group. We got plenty of time to play/learn with them - I would never get the chance again, so I we were going to make the most of their growing.
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Post by Caddi Fuller-Teabags on Oct 13, 2009 22:19:52 GMT
I did feel slightly queasy when I read this post. I feel that it is overly judgemental to sit and gloat and I am sure that you did not mean that those parents who send their children to nursery actually deserve to suffer doubt about whether their children have been abused? My immediate thought is that you were indeed very lucky not to have to 'farm your kids out' I had no choice. My ex was a drunkard. Oh he gave up for six months whilst I got pregnant, then started drinking again when he realised what a child actually meant. I kicked him out but I couldn't afford to live on the benefits at the time and was refused housing benefit.
I would have loved the opportunity to spend my time with my son. I had no car, and my job was working at piece rate on a factory floor. I hated it, and I hated walking up a huge hill to take my son to the nursery (not on a bus route) and then back down and across the town to be at work and then repeat the same at the end of a long tiring job on my feet all day.
But my son had quality time with me, and I listened to him talk about his day on the way home, and I played with him until bedtime. He benefited vastly from being allowed to socialise, unlike the hothouse flowers or mummy's little angels who never learned to share.
What about fathers - do you think that they should work when their children are young?
My heart goes out to those parents and also to the children when they become old enough to realise what has happened to them.
Off topic entirely I suspect that if we had been less suspicious of every man who ever went near children that we might not have taken our eyes of the ball and assumed that women could never harm children.
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