Today was the big day: my baby is off to Pre-School. Ahhhh. I’d love to say I cheered there and back, but I was a bit of a mess.
We knew we’d send John to pre-school this year. Mommy just plain needs a bit of a break after six years of staying at home with minis. Our plan was two mornings a week. Totally doable financially and emotionally for all parties involved.
However, there’s this thing going on with John, that’s been a little under the radar. Most people don’t notice it because little toddlers don’t talk to adults all the much, but John’s speech is delayed. He can not produce hard consonant sounds. Despite much effort by John and encouragement from us. I’ve left it off the blog, thinking it was something that would just pass as many infant and toddler delays seem to do. It has not. John has been accepted into a Special Ed Pre-School program that is FIVE days a week, full days.
Oh the blessings. He will get the help he needs and I will get my much needed alone time. But the price is emotionally hard to bear. My little 3yr old is essentially starting Kindergarten the same year my 5yr old is actually starting Kindergarten.
I’ve been annoyed with Shafter Elementary for having Kindergarten start a week later than everyone else, but again, another unforeseen blessing. Standing outside of John’s class waiting with all the other pre-k mommies was hard. One veteran mom, I love this lady already, even asked me if I was going to be okay. She could see, I was about to lose it in a big way. Lots of deep breaths and we got him settled in the room.
Thankfully, I had Brendon by my side and he’s a chatterbox like his mom. He kept me occupied enough to not break down on the premises and will be here for the first day with me, so I don’t retreat under the covers.