Dear Dr. Laura,
I worked in a pre-school the year after I graduated from college, and I would never insult motherhood by claiming that I loved those kids like my own. We were in a parking garage for babies whose mothers decided that driving through Starbucks was more important than seeing their toddlers first step or hearing their first word. My job was to keep those 15 babies from fracturing their skull under my watch. Not to love them like my own. I was a parking attendant.
I'm a 27-year-old woman, never married, and I've made it my mission at work to get as many of my mommy-coworkers to quit as I can. Our job is not that important. I don't know when or if God is going to entrust me with a family, but I DO know that if He does, I'll be the one raising them. My husband and I will be the last faces they see before they go to sleep and the first ones they see in the morning. And no one will have to pay me to do it. Goodness knows there are enough parking lot babies who have turned into screwed up adults as it is.
Thank you for all you've done for families for all these years.
A Future Stay-at-Home-Mom and Husband's Girlfriend