"Anyone who makes himself responsible for one small baby, as a whole, will soon find that he is wrestling with gigantic angels and demons." (Chesterton).
That right there, folks, is why we have daycares. And government schools. And "Mother's Day Out".
Raising a baby-- your own little person -- is hard, painful, draining. Consuming. And most of us are far too lazy to do it. Oh, they will hem and haw about careers and money, education and socialization. But the fact of the matter is, they are afraid. And it's true: to become absolutely, entirely responsible for another human being is terrifying.
Nobody could deny that.
So, it's somehow comforting for them to heed the well-meant advice (whether they know it's hogwash or not) of their well-meaning friends, parents, and colleagues, who tell them to start Baby off in daycare; that the workers there know what they're doing; that they are professionals. It's easier to drop him off into those "experienced", (and, may I add, unknown) arms, than to spend your day dealing with tantrums, spilled milk, and finger paint. It's easier to let somebody else drudge through the reading and the writing. It's easier to overlook their sin and let somebody else deal with it. It's easier, yes.
But, somewhere deep down inside of us, we all know that excuse isn't worth a darn.
"Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house, thy children like olive plants, round about thy table." (Psalm 128:3). That doesn't exactly work if the olive plants are dug up and transplanted.