This is an article about a suburban daycare teacher that killed a 16 month old child last week.
Maeve was 16 months old when we moved to the Carolinas. I was told that the nearby Wesleyan Methodist church had a terrific daycare. You feel confident when you get a referral from a friend. What I really liked about the system was that the teachers grew with the children. So instead of changing rooms, they kept the same teacher each year.
The teachers seemed nice, attentive, and caring.
Maeve was with those teachers for almost year.
I got a call at work from the daycare director, and she was very upset.
You have to come in, right away.
I figured Maeve hurt herself. Maybe she had a fever, she always had a fever.
I never went there expecting to press charges.
A teacher walked by the classroom and witnessed Maeve and a boy sitting in the corner with their faces painted brown. Both children had a poop accident, and the brilliant teacher decided to use shame on 28 month olds. The teachers were written up. I was not told.
They didn’t call me until that same teacher witnessed another incident a week later, and threatened the director. Maeve’s teacher was caught violently shaking her outside the building during a fire drill. I remember sitting in front of the director, who was crying her eyes out begging me for forgiveness. They weren’t going to fire the teachers because they were very sorry.
I grabbed Maeve. I walked out of the building and went home.
I called the police.
The teachers were arrested.
Without pressing charges, those pigs could continue to work with children.
We had to send Maeve to live with our families in Buffalo through the holidays.
It was one of the worst experiences of my life. I felt like a failure as a parent.
Anytime I read articles about child abuse in daycare, that same anxious, nauseating feeling comes over me all over again. I relive that horrible time over and over in my head. I wonder why I didn’t realize something was wrong, how long had this been going on before they were caught…but I know I should be thankful.
Today my heart breaks for poor little Benjamin, and his family including a twin sister.