The Teacher is a Dictator

After transferring to Kindergarten B, despite feeling alienated,
I forced myself to shift the blame onto the office manager, the 'mastermind,' and managed to keep working without quitting.

Childcare that relies on YouTube to babysit.
Outdoor play that consists of staff chatting for long periods.
While I couldn't definitively call it inappropriate childcare, I began to notice practices that were hard to call appropriate, and my distrust of the kindergarten grew day by day.

May, before Golden Week.
The snack that day was snack food,
and it was decided that each child would have their own portion in a bag, eating on the terrace like a picnic.
The children were excited by this unusual way of eating.
After that, an incident occurred that made me freeze.
Fifteen minutes after saying 'itadakimasu',
'Child A, Child B is eating too slowly! Take it away!'
the veteran teacher instructed Child A.
Child B cried, saying 'No,' and gripped the bag tightly. Child A tried to take it.
The confiscated snack was handed out to the children who had finished quickly.
My eyes darted around. Is this something that should be tolerated?
The veteran teacher
asked Child C to help by throwing away the teacher's finished snack bag in the trash.
For a two-year-old, being asked to do something by a teacher is exciting.
Child C eagerly looked for the trash can, but it wasn't in its usual designated spot. Child C looked restless and watched the teacher's expression.
The veteran teacher said in a small voice,
'Ugh, you're slow. Child A, go throw it away.'
Child A followed the instruction. Child C cried.
Then, the veteran teacher said,
'Child C, come here. Let me hold you. Child A, you did something mean,' and held Child C.
What was the intention behind this childcare?
My thoughts spun rapidly, and I froze.
To me, it looked like nothing more than stealing Child B's will and enjoyment, and destroying the friendship between Child C and Child A.

Children need time for everything, and each has their own pace.
That is why there is never enough time in childcare.
There are times when you cannot treat them with care.
There are times when you get frustrated with that.
But is it okay to steal a child's joy?
Is it okay to destroy friendships?

That day, my head felt foggy until I got home.
Am I too rigid? Am I expecting too much of an ideal?
Since transferring, I had been exhausted both mentally and physically,
and housework had been neglected.
My parenting also became sloppy, and I found myself scolding my own child unnecessarily more often.
This is bad... it's encroaching on my home life too.

'Mommy, you can come to my kindergarten.'

When I transferred, I had consulted with my child about everything, choosing my words carefully.
That I could no longer stay at my previous kindergarten.
That I wouldn't make it to work unless I dropped them off earlier than before.
Honestly, my feelings about not wanting to transfer.
My child watched me closely and must have wanted to help me.
They invited me to come to the fun kindergarten they attend.
I was filled with joy and gratitude that I was able to entrust my child to a kindergarten they found fun.