Nik started preschool this afternoon. It is a one room preschool, with two teachers, and maybe 15 other kids. It is not beautiful, but it is warm and welcoming. Nik was instantly at home.
I wasn't really planning on sending him to preschool until next September, but he started asking about it after hearing that his cousin went, and finding out about it from videos. Then, came the request:
"I want to go to playschool, Mom," he said at bedtime one night.
"Really? Are you sure? You know, moms and dads don't stay at playschool. Moms and dads bring the kids, and the kids stay with the teacher."
"No, I want you to stay, Mom."
"Well, that is not how playschool works. Moms and dads go home, and come back when it is done. Do you still want to go to playschool?"
"Yeah, I want to go to playschool, Mom."
"Mom isn't going to stay."
"Okay."
"Alright," I said, taking a big girl breath, "If you want to go to playschool, I will find a school for you."
And then I did. It came together much faster than I expected. A friend from church with similar values and parenting style recommended a preschool that is less than a ten minute drive from our home. I called, left a message, and the teacher called me back last Friday. She said he could start right away, so we started today. Boom. Done.
My head is spinning, just a bit. For the first time in motherhood do I understand what they mean by 'grow up fast'.
3 comments:
oh wow! you have such an independent little man on your hands!
i hope the transition goes smoothly for both of you :)
Thanks for sharing this - how did he enjoy his first day? I love that he (and you) call it playschool! :)
@ Nicole: He really liked it; didn't want to come home. Also, yesterday, when he had to miss it because of his cold, he was pretty upset. So far, it looks like the right move for us.
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