This is the last Saturday of summer for this crew, as Bluebelle starts Pre-K this week. My baby, starting school.
Truth be told, I never intended to put her in Pre-K. I always assumed I would wait until Kindergarten to put her in, as school drags on forever and I want to keep her with me as long as possible, and I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to do public school at this age. When we were moving all the time, I kept homeschool as a viable option in case we weren’t in a great area or if we were traveling all the time.
Baby girl had other plans.
She’s been talking about school for months, asking about what it was like and telling me she needed to “go and ride the school bus” (not happening baby, but you keep on talking). She loves playing with other kids and she wants to spend as much time socializing as possible. Academically, I’m not worried about her development, but I knew she would benefit from learning a little positive peer pressure in areas like taking turns and listening to adults other than her family. This past spring I signed her up and she was thrilled.
These past two weeks we’ve been gathering school supplies and talking to her about things she will have to do. It’s already been helpful — like making sure she knows how to get in and out of her car seat without assistance (of course I check to make sure it’s correct!), giving her more responsibilities, and teaching her polite behavior. She also participated in Vacation Bible School and swim lessons this summer which helped drive the social behavior aspect home.
Pre-K is only 2 1/2 hours each day, and we will finish so early that we will have all day to do what we want! She will also get to go on field trips, go to special lessons like music, PE, computer lab, library, and recess, and have weekly reading goals. She’s so excited!
BUT …Let me tell you where it got real to me. When we were at the parents’ meeting, the principal discussed safety for the school. The school is very protected, and there is a storm shelter for the school (which is great because this is tornado alley). But here is where it really hit: when my child’s teacher told us exactly what they would do in case of an intruder. I know that these teachers would do anything in the entire world to keep my kid safe… but to live in a world where we have to worry about shootings makes me tear up just thinking about it. Thinking about my baby huddled in a dark space, afraid, makes me sick to my stomach. I’m that much more thankful for the teachers and administrators I know that take the time to prepare and love these kids as much as they do their own. Thank you for what you do every day.
All that heavy stuff aside, I’m more convinced that she is meant to do this right now. I’m glad I’m letting her get a “taste” of school without being ripped away all day and I’ll get a little one-on-one time with little man. We will still have more than enough time to have fun and go places, and I’ll get to be involved where she is as well.
Oh, but my heart.
This child is my delight. I thank the Lord I get to be her mama.