baby toddler starts preschool next week. And I am FA-reaking out. Capital FA.
At first, I thought it was a great idea.
W has taken music classes, swim classes, gym classes, gone to library
groups, etc. And all of those have been
great – providing enough socialization/interaction with other children. But now that Grandma G and Nani will be
watching W and S, it’s not possible
to take W to those types of social settings.
Preschool seemed to be the perfect solution. W could be around other children, get used to
a school setting, and it would only be for a couple hours on Tuesdays and
Thursdays. AND grandmas would get a much
needed break during that time. Also,
baby S would receive individual attention – a foreign concept to my deprived
second born. It sounded like a win for
And then I realized that someone else would be responsible for my
baby toddler. A
stranger. Someone I’ve never met before
would be caring for him. Cue panic. W has never been watched by anyone outside of
our family. Partly because he doesn’t do
well with people he doesn’t know very well and partly because I don’t trust
anyone. Someone once described a child
as ‘your heart living outside of your body’.
And I just don’t trust strangers with my heart. So why in the world did I think preschool
would be a good idea? What if W
cries? What if another child is mean to
him? What if his teacher doesn’t pay
enough attention to him? W is in a class
of 2 year olds, but turns 3 in December.
As a result, he’ll be one of the oldest.
He doesn’t particularly like babies or toddlers so what if he hates
class and my plan for socialization ultimately makes him anti-social? What if?
It’s going to be ok, right? We’ll both be ok?