Thoughts of sending my son to preschool this fall has been on my mind for most of this year.
Our past experiences with daycare didn’t go so well, but the idea of preschool with more of an atmosphere and focus on learning as well as play sits so much better with me and I feel like my son could really thrive there.
And as much as I get out and about with my son as much as possible during the week; trips to the library, playing at parks, etc., I don’t have mommy friends of my own where we live with kids my son can play with on a regular basis.
I want him to have friends, feel more comfortable with other kids his age and just having more fun overall.
So I was pretty surprised at how things went when we visited an awesome little preschool the other day, very close to our home and with the exact schedule and price range I’ve been looking for.
The visit went well, really well actually. My usually painfully shy son took a few minutes to warm up but then left my side and started playing with toys, making conversation with the director and was very happy and content.
What was the surprise? Me! It was me, I was the one who was a nervous wreck!
I asked the director lots of tough questions, walked around in the classrooms and observed the teachers on the playground, watching and listening closely to how they talked to and dealt with them.
And I have to say, the school and faculty seems awesome!
But I was really thrown off by my own reactions. I was “that mom”, explaining nervously to teachers and the director that I’d been home with my son pretty much since he was born so he may need extra time or help transitioning and how is the first week handled and how long can I stay with him at first?
Wow. What is my deal? It’ll only be 3 mornings a week about 5 minutes from where we live.
I’ve been looking forward to this for both of us. Half days at school to learn and make friends and play while I actually have a few hours to myself. Hours! What am I even going to do with myself?
But staring in the face of my dream scenario, my stomach was a ball of nerves, hands clenched, feeling nervous and scared.
After talking with the director in one of the class rooms, we went outside to where the summer camp kids were playing. My son went right for the sandbox, filling up the back of a dump truck and spilling it back out, over and over. The teachers were actually walking around with the kids, swinging and playing with them. It was a beautiful sight.
When it was time to go, my son did not want to leave. First thing the next morning, he asked when he can go back to school.
His reaction has far exceeded my expectations and I am more than a little happy and excited for him. I have no doubt, he’s going to do great this fall at preschool.
As for me, I’ll try to remain calm, think about the quiet time I’ve been craving for so long and just know that when the teacher has to forcibly remove me from the classroom that first week, it really is for the best.
This is my first ever Secret Mommy-hood Confessions post, hosted by Kimberly at makemommygosomethingsomething.com. I think I’m going to like it here!