A few months ago my husband and I found out that Pre-K (pre-kindergarten) here wasn’t optional. As of a couple of years ago all children in Texas turning four on or before September 1 must go to preschool. I was dumbfounded, but at the same time I thought, hey, one kid in school, one at home, one on the way might just make it a little easier for me. So we agreed that it would be good for him also.
I quickly realized that all these little things that he does that I thought to be normal kid behavior that he would grow out just became those things I would see or hear and immediatly think “Oh, my goodness, he can’t do that in school.” I am sure all the parents have been through the kid yelling down the hall, “Mom, will you come wipe my butt?” We also live in the country and he has the oh-so-wonderful idea of peeing on the tree like papaw and daddy. Which I though was just fine since he only did this at home. Yeah, right. I took him with me to Home Depot and right there in the middle of the parking lot I look over and he has it whipped out peeing on the ground. If there was hole to crawl into I would have been in it in a heartbeat. Then we have the running down the hall stark naked saying, “Mom, I can’t find my underwear, can you help me?” Every time he would play a game, he thought he had to always win, which we all know never happens in real life, or in school. Well, over the past few months, I have spent endless hours working with him trying to fix these little errors. I believe now he is actually ready, which is a good thing since he starts school in less then a week. I can’t believe it. My baby is growing up, I know I will cry on his first day, especially already being pregnant and emotional as it is. He won’t care though. I can see it now, I will take him for his first day and he will just run off without looking back at me, or without even saying good-bye. My baby is growing up, I can’t believe how fast these past few years have gone by.
Then I can’t believe how much work it has been just getting him everything that he needs for school. I thought to myself I will get him about eight shorts and T-shirt outfits. I know because of living in Texas he would stay warmer than in most areas. I figured that I would get a couple of pants and long-sleeved too, for when it did start to get cold. Then getting to the store I start to think, well, what if he grows out of them before he wears them. Maybe I shouldn’t get so many. Maybe I should get more. What if it gets cold before I plan for it? If I get this outfit are some kids going to make fun of him? Is this one nice enough? Will he like it? Is this one too nice and kind of preppy? I wore myself out just thinking about it, I never would have thought that something that seemed so easy a month ago would become so hard.
It didn’t help that my younger son has been asking me if he can go to school, and if you have been reading these blogs then you already know my younger son is only two-and-a-half. So he is not old enough to attend Pre-K. However, it was extremely hard to get him to understand why big bubba could go and he could not. I finally told him when his older brother wasn’t around that if he would stay with me, then we would do special things together while bubba was at school. I asked him if he would stay at home with me and take care of the baby when it gets here. He still wasn’t having it. So I told him, as bad as it sounds, fine, you can go to school, but you will go all day without Mommy. He said “No, mommy goes to school with me too.” I said, nope, mommy stays here and takes care of the house, mommy does not go to school. He, mind you, is one of the biggest mommy’s boys that was ever created. So now he tells everyone all of the sudden that he isn’t big enough to go to school because he needs to stay home with mommy. It makes me feel really bad that I told him that, but I didn’t know what else to do. It was my last resort. Tell me parents have you been through this, or do I feel so alone in this that I had to use the last resort…