The call it transisition… two year old’s who are starting down the pre school path. Do they Need to go? No, certainly a pile of blocks at home would make them plenty happy. But, us parents decide, “it’s time”. Time to get these little chubby legged beauties socialized.
Vivien started preschool, five days a week, at two year nine months. I couldn’t do that with Rex. 1) because I’m no longer a trophy wife and need to pay my mortgage, and not blow the savings on preschool 2) since he is my last baby I could not give him up so young. I know what’s coming. Sullen, no cuddle, where’s my allowance teen years. I want to savor, “momma, I love you.” as much as I can.
So, I found ( I’m not going to use the “we” pronoun, school hunt is all me) a nice school that takes em young and let’s you do a few days. Rex qualified for the 3 day a week 9 to 12. Gulp. How about 2 days? I said. Okay, he’ll be the oldest, but that’s fine.
It’s a sweet, ernest school. We had to go to three meeting meetings a couple of playdates and the teachers visited Rex at home before the school began. Viv’s was an A list Hollywood school that just wanted the check to clear. The first time parents looked very serious about all of the dictates of the school.
“don’t say, “good job.”, by the way, that’s tough.
Mark and I were like, “I know you will keep them alive, can we go now?”
Monday was Rex’s first day at school. I, and the other moms, stayed at the school till the end. Which was about 11, because the kids all were pooped from focusing on sand, water, trains. Oh, the life.
Tuesday, I stayed again. I know why Rex was tired when he left. He is tiny and was concentrating for 2 hours on stuff that wasn’t Bubble Guppies. But, why was I so bushed? I sat and tried not to talk to the other moms — they tell you not too–read a People magazine and my Android. I was starving and tired.
I always want to do jokey asides ( surprise). One point one of the teachers was reading a book . But, she had introduced it as a song. So it was kind of sing song, talking singing. Trying to go with it, but a little off. A joke formed in my head, that traveled to my mouth and I couldn’t take it, I had to share it. I turned to a mom crouched on mini chair like myself in a tiny play kitchen and said, “I think this is more a Joni Mitchell song.”
She stifled her laughter. That made me feel good.
Next week I told Rex I’m going to leave him there for a little bit, but I will come back. Mommy always comes back.
“You will?” The teacher told me not to rush it or they might regress.
Like, poop in their pants regress, cause I think he is still there.
By the way, preschool teachers who change diapers, you are stars. Thank you and I don’t know how you do that.
Rex seems to be enjoying himself. Could I have just kept him at home? Yes. Is this an expensive way to get a couple of morning workouts in? Yes. I think I found this place and went with it, but I didn’t need to. I don’t want him to go to school more than this. If I was working full time that would be a different story, but I want to be with him. I think my daughter is in school too long. I see why people homeschool.
Well, except for my children would be feral if I was their teacher.
Now, the next test is when I do leave Rex.
Will he cry? I think so.
Will I be able to take it. hmmm