It finally hit me this morning that my daughter is going to preschool in a couple of weeks. She’s not alone, though. I’m heading back to the classroom, too.
After staying home with my wee tot for the last several months, it’s time for us BOTH to head out into the world. I need to shower daily and interact with others. My daughter is tired of looking at me, the living room, the walk around the block, and the playground down the street.
BUT. I can’t BELIEVE she is old enough to hit the preschool scene and start hanging with other kids and eating her own little lunch and playing on the playground…..
I’m getting a bit teary-eyed thinking about it.
I haven’t even thought about my new job and what I should be doing to get ready for the upcoming school year.
Instead, I’m all consumed with the idea of my daughter and her first educational experience. I’m worried if she’ll get along with the other children, pull hair or bite, and sit during circle time. I’ve always been the one to have that “talk” with parents when their child was the one misbehaving. Am I ready for the possibility that I might be on the other side?
I was up all night wondering if I am ready for preschool? I guess we’ll find out…