Thoughts on Daycare

Get a bunch of parents together, and you can pretty much guarantee that the topic of child care will come up sooner or later. It’s an issue that has many facets – waiting lists, institutionalized care versus home care, the pros and cons of au pairs, and the feelings of guilt that often accompany the decision to hand your child over to a stranger. It is easily one of the biggest sources of stress and concern for young parents.

A couple of days ago, I thought I’d do a quick estimate of how much we’ve spent on child care over the past few years. After scribbling some notes on a scrap of paper, I arrived at the figure of $53,000 spent to date. I did a bit more scribbling, and pegged future daycare spending at an additional $33,000, for a grand total of $86,000.

I’m not complaining…much. We have been fortunate to get spaces at great daycares for the boys, with terrific caregivers and nice facilities. Over the past three years we’ve gotten used to the monthly payments, and I try not to think about it too much. No good can come from thinking of all the other things you could do with $86,000…

Consider the other big financial investment that many parents make for their kids – university. Financial institutions and the government try to put the fear of God into you that if you don’t start putting money in an RESP when your child is still in diapers, you won’t be able to afford a quality education. You’re given 18 years of interest and government grants to build up a nest egg that will see your son or daughter through a few years of school.

Compare this to daycare, which is comparable to the cost of tuition and other fees. Many parents have spent whatever savings they have on a down payment for a home, and then you usually take a pay cut while you’re at home during your child’s first year. So, you’re broke and stressed worrying about getting a space for your child, and then when one finally opens up, you get to scrape together $1,100 a month for the privilege.

Given that the Conservatives’ national daycare program consists of giving parents $100 a month ($60 after taxes) to offset the cost, I think we need to come up with a different strategy. I propose stealing a page from the RESP model and taking advantage of the miracle of compound interest.

Under my new RDSP (Registered Daycare Savings Plan), children would begin contributing monthly payments at the age of 12. Weekly allowances, money from paper routes and snow shoveling, and cash gifts from grandparents would be funneled into a tax-sheltered fund that would grow over time. Kids will watch in wonder as their meagre savings grow year after year, and they’ll delight in learning about Canada’s tax system.

Of course, 12 is only a suggestion based on national statistics. If your child looks like the mischievous type who may engage in risky behaviour down the road, you may want to consider opening an RDSP as soon as possible.

Adulthood – it’s closer than you think.

Our New Alarm Clock

We have a new alarm clock.  It’s way more effective than the old one as it’s pretty much impossible to ignore without unpleasant consequences.  It requires no batteries, and has proven very reliable in recent weeks.

Every morning between 06:30 and 06:45, I awaken to the pitter patter of footsteps coming toward the bed.  This is followed by K’s sweet voice saying, “Daddy, I have to go poop”.  I generally roll over and respond with “You know what to do”.

The next couple of minutes are spent listening to him struggle to get his pants and night-time underwear off – it’s basically the same as hitting the snooze button.  The silence is sometimes broken by a running commentary, like, “Oh, that’s a stinky one”.

Eventually I hear, “Dad, I’m finished”, which means sleep time is effectively over.  I have no choice but to roll out of bed and begin my day by wiping the bum of a 2-year old boy.  On the plus side, it also means that my day can only get better.  Usually…

Dallaire & Horton

B and I went to hear Lt. General Romeo Dallaire speak the other night at Ashbury College. Titled “The New Leadership – A Humanistic Approach”, Dallaire spoke for an hour on leadership, changes in the way armed conflict is conducted today, and Canada’s role on the international stage.

Deeply affected by his ill-fated experience as the Force Commander of the United Nations Assistance Mission for Rwanda in 1993 and 1994, one of the central themes of Dallaire’s speech was the need for society to begin looking at preventing armed conflict on humanitarian grounds. For too long, countries have only intervened when areas of strategic importance are at risk. Getting involved just to save lives has not been a priority, resulting in unspeakable pain and suffering millions of innocent people.

As I was listening to him talk, I began feeling guilty about my own lack of global awareness. I haven’t given the situation in Darfur a single thought in years, and have spent much more time reading about Britney’s breakdown than learning more about the humanitarian crises in Zimbabwe, Somalia, and Haiti. It’s cliché to blame the mainstream media, which ignores global hotspots in favour of vapid stories on starlets and their DUI’s, but it’s deeper than that. The world is a scary place, and I’d rather live in my happy little bubble, troubled only by thoughts of patchy spots on my lawn and gas hitting $1.20 a litre.

These thoughts came back to me as I watched Horton Hears a Who with the family on Saturday afternoon. The refrain of “A person’s a person, no matter how small” is essentially Dallaire’s core message. I was particularly moved by the movie’s final few minutes, as all the Whos in Whoville shout “We Are Here!” in a desperate attempt to get the larger world to notice them before it’s too late. It’s a powerful image that I haven’t been able to get out of my head for the past few days.

So, in terms of next steps, I’ve come up with a short list of items:
• Convince world leaders to direct economic and humanitarian resources based on need rather than political motivations;
• Mediate conflicts between cultures and establish guidelines for respectful communication and interaction;
• Encourage mainstream media to devote time and money for coverage of real issues;

There are probably a few more I could add, but I figure that’s a good start. Now, any volunteers?

Queen of Album Covers

In doing more research into great album covers, one artist kept coming up again and again for the unique artwork that graces her recordings. Ms. Millie Jackson is the undisputed Queen of Album Covers.

According to Wikipedia, the world’s leading authority on all topics, Millie is a renowned R & B artist who rose to fame in the 1970’s. Her early style was characterized by an innovative rap style of racy, raunchy language, which I’m sure will come as a shock to those who are familiar with her album covers. Her hits include such titles as “Hot! Wild! Unrestricted! Crazy Love”, “Younger Man, Older Woman”, and “Butt-A-Cize”

Although Millie has not released a record in seven years, her previous albums have attained cult status. Here are a few of my personal favourites…

1.  E.S.P. (Extra Sexual Persuasion).  This one’s a classic.  I gaze deeply into the crystal ball, and I see sagging in Millie’s future.

2.  Feelin’ Bitchy.  Bitchy isn’t the first word that came to mind when I saw this cover.  Hungry, maybe?  Needy?  Chapped?

3.  Just a Lil’ Bit Country.  I guess Millie decided she need to branch out and reach a whole new audience.  I’m just a lil’ bit worried about what she’s planning to do with that horse.

4.  Back to the Sh*t.  This is my new pick as the most awesome album cover of all time – I simply can’t get it out of my head.  As if the cover wasn’t enough, the album also includes the memorable song “Muffle That Fart”. 

It amazes me that someone (actually, several people), must have thought this was a good way to drive record sales.  In a way they were right, as original copies are going for $50 on some sites.  And am I the only one who thinks she looks like Oprah?

 

Great Album Covers

A couple of weeks ago Jason Heath over at doublebassblog.org and adaptistration.com/artsaddict posted this truly awesome album cover.

This is a pretty vivid reminder of what we’re losing as more and more music moves to purely digital distribution. Album covers don’t really matter anymore, depriving us of really memorable artwork such as this. I mean, The Planets is pretty cool on its own, but add in a guy wearing tights, gitch, and a laser gun, and you’ve got yourself a best seller.

Jason’s post reminded me of another blog post of the top 10 worst album covers of all time. You can check out the complete list over at Pork Tornado.

The cover below is my favourite – it’s creepy and funny at the same time. Julie really doesn’t seem to be happy on her 16th birthday, but given that she’s spending it in a run-down bar with a lecherous older man, who can blame her?