The Bear is all packed; he's ready to go. In less than 24 hours, our little guy will matriculate into American's educational system. There is no turning back now.
I still have my reservations, yes. It's a very big step to turn over your only child to a bunch of strangers for six solid hours, and he has some rather specific daily habits. I mean, the kid takes 25 minutes to poop. Are they going to give him time to poop? Will they rush him? Does someone help him in the bathroom? Why didn't I ask his teacher this during the Open House?
Speaking of the Open House, which did a great job calming my fears, I really wish they would have had two Open Houses: one for us newbie parents, and one for "those that have done this before." The reason I say that is because I'm fairly certain Scotty's very nice, and very capable-looking teacher gave us the subtle, though gracious, brush-off. Yes, I may have asked her fifteen rapid fire questions, and perhaps we were monopolizing her time a bit (as 11 other families stood quietly by, looking down at their folded hands silently), but I had legitimate concerns. And despite her very thoughtful answers to my questions, I still have about a million others. Let's be honest - the logistics of drop-off still confound me a bit. Anyone else?
I've decided to channel my anxiety in home repair projects. Because when the going gets tough, the tough go to Home Depot! Brian came home on Saturday to find me fighting with a new coat rack in the laundry room and six new holes in the wall. I've also successfully moved quite a bit of stuff around in our house, making it impossible for Brian to find anything anymore, and cleaned out the garage.
Scott, on the other hand, was deeply concerned his teacher was not a zebra. See, dear friend and pen pal Chai read the blog last week and immediately sent us a copy of "Llama Llama Misses Mama." (thank you Chai!!) Great read and perfect for calming those pre-preschool fears. The teacher in the book, not surprisingly, is a zebra. And the whole way home, having only read the book once earlier that morning, Scotty continually pointed out to me that Mrs. G was in fact, not a zebra. I'm really hoping she wears a striped shirt tomorrow.
So, there you have it. It begins tomorrow. I just hope they love him as much as we do.