We have officially entered the “school” world in my household. My 2.5-year-old is now a preschooler. Rowdy’s first week of preschool (a “week” of school for him consists of a Tuesday and a Thursday) has past and all parties survived.
I am fortunate to have a job that allows me a flexible schedule, therefore I originally thought I would wait until Rowdy was 3 to start preschool. That seemed normal to me. He will be 5 when it’s time to start kindergarten, so two years worth of preschool sounded perfect. I know that this is not every parent’s mentality. Many children start preschool well before the age of 3. Remember how back in the day kids didn’t start school until kindergarten? Not the case anymore. But my plan of waiting until my child was 3 changed a bit after I found out I was pregnant with our second kiddo. It turned out that starting Rowdy at 2.5 was going to work better, plus I could see that he was ready and able to take on this new phase of life. Now, although I could tell he was capable of preschool, it didn’t mean it was going to be super easy. Up until this point, if this child is not with me or his dad, then he’s with a grandparent. Needless to say, he cried. Both days. He cried once on the first day and twice on the second. And, yes. It made me feel like crap. But the cool part is that even though he cried and was obviously nervous and stressed about this new, strange situation, I’m still genuinely glad that he’s in preschool. I feel good about my decision and know that Rowdy will end up learning a lot and having fun. Fingers crossed that things improve and my sweet little boy ends up liking preschool as much as I hope he will.
P.S. You should have heard my husband and me talking about how amazed we are that he came home with a Scholastic book order form already. “They still do that?!” “Apparently so!” 🙂