Banning words is so stupid, but if I never had to hear the word "pre-school" again, it would be too soon.
This subject has been hanging over my head since Anna was two. In 2012, after some encouragement, and excitement about having a little free time for myself, I enrolled her in a nearby Catholic school in Texas. Looking around I realized that it was the norm, apparently. Once your kid turns two, they're sent to "school"...even if mom doesn't work.
First day of school, 2012
She had a good time, but was exhausted when she got home. After looking at the curriculum, I decided that the first day would also be the last for awhile. HERE is where I talk about that.
Then we moved to Cape Cod and Anna turned three. An adorable school wass introduced to us by a neighbor, I visit, love it, and enroll her. It was a co-op, so the parents were heavily involved in the care and upkeep of the school, and there was a committee of women handling the administrative duties. Awesome, right? Yes, awesome. Without going into detail though, before school started I realized that this was a "too many chefs in the kitchen" scenario. It doesn't bother most, understandably, but I decided that a better fit for us would be a school with a more traditional set up. She's wasn't going to school as a three yr old, but I started shopping schools right away, sensing that I was going to be picky about this.
I'll spare you the list of 'no's' and why they were 'no's', suffice to say the list was long. But I will say, if you don't lock the flippin' front door of your pre-school this day in age, we live in separate realities and my kid can't go to your school.
Last week I enrolled Anna, who turns four this summer, in pre-school. It's a standard public school, in a well rated district, with a good curriculum. Oh, and you have to be buzzed into the building [like you're supposed to!]. She's asking to go to school, is ready for some independence, no longer needs a nap during the day, and it makes sense to send her in preparation for Kindergarten the following year. All of my little hang ups are satisfied.
I've gotten a lot of "what's the worst that could happen?", and "you're being so weird about this" comments. Well the worst that could happen is she could die, right? We're talking about about a very young child, being put in a stranger's care for several hours a week. If you want to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, and believe that people are inherently good, that's wonderful for you. When it comes to my kids, you don't get the benefit of the doubt. What I'm trusting you with is too precious and irreplaceable.
Anyway, Anna will join the masses in the public education system next year, and while I may need to be medicated, I think it's going to be good.
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