I finally got around to doing something about the lunches at my son’s day care. I had to turn in a bunch of annual forms. So I wrote them a letter about the food, which I dropped off on last week Monday with my son and the rest of what they needed.
Writing a letter was my preferred choice because I’m not confrontational. I may share some bold opinions online, but I’m more reserved in person. I’m also the kind of person who is easily railroaded in real life and since I had to give them other stuff, sending a letter seemed like a reasonable option. Getting everything on paper was a way for me to organize my thoughts without having the emotional defensiveness that sometimes comes with face-to-face interactions.
I structured my letter purposefully with a compliment, then a suggestion, and then I closed with positive comments. I started out thanking them for taking such care with my son’s food and allergies. There hasn’t been a screw-up since he moved into the “big boy room” and I’m really grateful.
The meat of the letter was focused a suggestion. I wondered if they would ever survey families to find out what they think of the food served. I mentioned that other mothers had been frustrated with the serving of ice cream as well as other menu items, which I couldn’t remember. Every few months my son’s friends and their moms go on a playdate. Inevitably in our discussions about the day care, food comes up. They haven’t been 100% happy. I figured that parents had no way of expressing those opinions to the day care without coming off as “bitchy.” Lots of parents think things they never don’t share.
I mentioned in my letter that they could do a pen and paper survey or an online survey through surveymonkey.com, which tabulates results. Then I closed the letter by thanking them for everything they do for the kids.
By the way, they have no idea about this blog. I did mention to one of his former caregivers that I was writing a book about school lunch. I guess that might be enough for them to know, but no one has ever mentioned it.
Later that day, the day care called me on my cell phone at work…