Prep School

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My boys start school in a week.

I found out that two spots had opened up for them last August, but it just didn’t feel like the right time. We had upcoming travel to California. Their nana was moving to town a few weeks later. There was a lot of change in their lives and I didn’t want to push it. After much deliberation, talking to the school administrators, conferring with other moms, we decided they would start with the new year. I marked the calendar. January 5th was the day.

Way back in October, I began my plan to gradually prepare them for this day. We casually talked about school. We regularly looked at a fantastic book called “Wow! School!” that I found at in the dollar bin at the grocery store. We drove past school and waved and marveled at the playground. In November, I scheduled a visit for the boys to meet their teacher and play outside with their classmates. It was a huge success. In December, we had two visits where the the boys and I spent the first hour in the classroom for their day opening activities. We’ve talked about school almost every day.

And now that we are a week away, I’m talking with them specifically about what to expect. That they will stay at school without mommy. That I will drop them off and they will spend time at school without me, like big boys, and they will play and learn and laugh and eat, and then I will be back to pick them up. When we talk about it they are happy and say things like, “school!” and “teetee! (teacher)” and “play!” We started our day today by driving by school and waving and then going to Starbucks across the street for a blueberry muffin. We’ll do this a few more times this week. I feel like they are exhaustively prepared and I’m exhausted just from reiterating all of it!

And yet, I feel completely and utterly unprepared!

How did this sneak up on me like this? I’ve spent almost every single hour of every single day of the past two years with them, and now what? How am I supposed to say goodbye to them? At almost two, are they too young for this? Will they be sick every day for the next six months from all the germs? Where do I get a freaking nap mat and can I get the 1 inch kind or should I spring twenty bucks for the 2 inch thick deluxe version? What the heck do I pack them for lunch? You mean I have to PACK them a lunch every night?!

Emotionally I feel completely ambivalent. On one hand, I feel we are all ready for this. They will strive in a structured Montessori environment. They will learn so much from people who are trained to teach toddlers. They will learn even more from being around their peers. And I know the social interaction is worth its weight in gold. The boys are great around other kids, but I’ve noticed more and more lately how they tend to cling to each other. And define what they are doing by what their brother is doing. I know this is all natural, but I want to give them the tools early on for being socially independent. Or at least giving them an environment where they can choose to be socially independent from one another.

Selfishly, I also crave some social independence. My existence has been crucially tied to them since they were born. I feel such gratitude to my husband, to the universe, for making this possible. But I’ve become increasingly antsy and want to start doing more things for myself. Professional undertakings, health-and-diet improvements, a kitchen remodel – I have goals and lists that make me dizzy. But most important, I want to regain a sense of “me” again. Lastly, the boys are quickly approaching numero dos, which has brought utter joy and hilarity, as well as incredibly intense challenges. Not that I want to cop out, but I’m pretty excited about getting a daily break from this.

But all these very healthy and logical reasons doesn’t stop the ache, the hesitation and the sense of impending loss that has invaded my heart the past few days. More than anything, it’s manifesting me to second guess our choice of school. Our last visit left me wanting. The teacher was running late so the aids were running the class. Things seemed chaotic. An aid grabbed a toy out of a child’s hand without warning. They read the kids an appalling book about a child who does everything wrong at school. I heard a lot of nos and negatives, which isn’t my style of parenting. Kids were coughing all over each other and one girl had green snot spewing out of her nose. I’m freaking out just recalling it. But I also know this is just my brain’s way of trying to flee.

I can’t help but feel a sense of loss in all this. Like this is the last week I’ll spend with my boys. Our last hurrah. Silly, I know. I’ll still see them every morning, every afternoon and every evening. But I think the loss I feel goes deeper. It means I need to let go. Lighten my grip. Allow someone, other than myself, my husband or nana, to care for my boys. I think our last visit freaked me out so much because I had to accept, in some way, an environment that was out of my control. This is a big deal for me. Not because I’m some neurotic control freak. It’s just because I’m a mom. And as a mom I realize that at some point I will have to let go. A little bit at first, a little more later, and a hell-of-a-lot more when they grab the keys to the car and say, “see ya, wouldn’t want to be ya!” This is my first time letting them out of my protective wingspread, and truth be told, I’m scared. So much so I actually had a dream a few months back that they died at school. The worst dream I ever had. Maybe I need therapy?

I know I will get through this and in a month or so I will be singing the praises of school. It’s just weighing so heavy, as I’m sure it does for millions of other parents dropping off their babies (no matter how old they are) at school/day care/etc. for the first time. It’s just going to be a tough few first weeks. Or maybe it won’t. But regardless, things will be very different around here.

Amidst the whirlwind of emotions, I am very excited. Thrilled even. To realize that I’ve gotten the boys this far and now they are ready for the next step. To witness what they soak in and learn in this new environment. To realize that I’m going to have a bit of freedom again in my life, an opportunity to re-imagine and re-identify myself. To seize this time I will have for myself, and cherish, perhaps even more deeply, the time I have with my boys.

Completely scary and completely thrilling. Just like parenting always is.

Dropping them off at school for the first time can't be half as scary as watching them climb an eight foot rope ladder at the same time!
Dropping them off at school for the first time can't be half as scary as watching them climb an eight foot rope ladder at the same time!
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5 thoughts on “Prep School”

  1. I don’t think anything prepares you for that very first time you leave them at school. I am not generally an overly emotionally person and I was a wreck, crying the entire first morning they were gone, wondering if they were going to be happy and if I made the right choice.

    Now after two years in group care, I know we made the right choice for our family and I love that they have another family, another set of friends, and lots of love in their life. But still those first few days, I spilled a lot of tears.

    (I can’t even tell you how chaotic pickup is in the olders 2s room where EVERYONE can talk and they all want to talk to you and say hi and see what you’re wearing and touch you. I’ve switched to drop offs lately bc I needed a break from the insanity.)

  2. What a great overview of so many aspects of very important life change for you and the boys. Thanks for taking the time to share, I’ll be calling on you next year to talk me through it when our turn comes!

  3. Tracey – your roller coaster of emotions just means that you love your boys more than you thought humanly possible and that you are a terrific mom!! (Carrie has told me in person, but it also comes across beautifully in your posts.)

    It is tough to make the switch from home to the bigger world; for everyone!

    The first weeks for our day-care transition, my husband was gracious enough to do the drop-off. I could be the one to receive the hugs and kisses in the afternoons.

    To ward of at least some of the foreign germs, I suggest a change of t-shirt when you get home. Yes…it does make the laundry mountain grow (not that we need that!), but I’ve found it helps a little.

    I’ll be thinking of you and your boys on Monday as I head back to school myself after a lovely and restful Christmas vacation.

  4. I can completely relate to this. I also found it tough, though perhaps not quite as tough, to send my twin girls off to playschool a couple of months ago, just after they turned two. I also felt the anxiety of whether it was the right place, the right time, the right thing to do, along with the guilty relief at have a couple of hours to myself. All I can say, a few months down the line is, the girls love their playschool, and I love the precious couple of hours of freedom.

    I’m sure it will all work out and your complicated feelings will resolve themselves as they kids settle down at school.

  5. I’m going to be totally honest and tell you to prepare yourself for them to be sick more often. But, as my pediatrician says, that is a good thing because better to miss a few days of playschool now than when they are in kindergarten.

    I’m curious though. Are they in a program that is multiple hours every day? I have 5 month old twins and a 2 1/2 year old and my toddler goes to day school two days a week from 9-1. That seems to be a gracious plenty for both her and me. When she’s in the 3’s class next year we can add a third day if we so choose. She will definitely not go to school all day for 5 days until she is in kindergarten.

    Perhaps you can send them just a few days a week at first to see how they (and you) like it and then decide whether you want to take advantage of all of the days they offer. Good luck and I’m sure your mom instincts won’t lead you down the wrong path.

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