The One with the School Trip

I woke up yesterday morning and couldn’t remember why I had a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. Then BigBrother came running up to me, crashing into my legs and I remembered: We were taking him to preschool for our tour, to ask questions and to watch him interact for a little while. Oh, yeah. The dread.

If you have children and you don’t have a Men In Black mind-eraser, you know that the age of two is unpredictable. Even if your child is normally mild-mannered and well-behaved, two-year-olds have a hair trigger and can go off without notice. If you look at BigBrother wrong on one of his bad days, you have committed an ultimate sin and will be punished with screaming, wailing and general CAPS LOCKS torture. And no, I don’t want to talk about sharing or the lack thereof. It’s bad. It’s just bad.

But I see the good in him as well. He says please, thank you, excuse me and welcome most of the time. He knows his letters, though not always in order, most of his numbers, though not always in order, and can always get the color blue right. (Everything under the sun is blue, just so you know.) He is mostly potty-trained (next step is getting him to do this himself). He is loving; just watch him with his brother when he’s not being mean. He is compassionate; cry. See what he does. He’s funny! But I spend all day and all night with him. I know his good points. And I have that parent bias. A little bit.

So, the dread. I feared walking in the door of the school to meet these teachers with whom BigBrother will spend three years and LittleBrother will also spend three years as their birthdays will keep them out of Kindergarten for that first year. I feared walking in the door and BigBrother having a moment, tossing himself on the floor and everything deteriorating to the point of tears. Not BigBrother, but me! Did I mention that LittleBrother was also with us, strapped in the Mei Tai. Oh, the things that could have gone wrong.

But they didn’t.

He held FireDad’s hand and walked into the school like a Big, Big Boy. When we walked into the classroom, which was perfect, by the way, he ran off and found some trucks, cars and, OH MY GOODNESS, Lightning McQueen. He didn’t run off to play with the kids first. Just the toys. We stood and watched him while discussing things with the teachers. I remembered most of the questions that I wanted to ask. I slowly started to calm down as I became confident in their ability to help him adjust to school, routine and transitions. They told me success stories about their younger starters (as BigBrother will be a month and a half away from being three when school starts) and pointed out an awesome little boy who helped BigBrother get something as one of their early starters. They clucked over the fact that he already knows his letters and made me feel like puffing out my chest even though all of that is mostly accidental learning; puzzles, magnets, games, reading and the Magnadoodle are to blame/thank.

Then the boys in the (small!) class surrounded BigBrother. They wanted to play. He was a head shorter than everyone as he was clocking in a year to almost two years younger than the lot of them at this point in the year. But he didn’t shy away. He held on to the car that he wanted to play with but he didn’t hit, scream or throw toys. He played and interacted for awhile, even slapping high fives with a really, really tall little dude. I felt my anxiety melt a little bit.

The teachers talked about time out and how some kids never, ever get set in the chair. I laughed at them. No, I did. I have no doubt that BigBrother will be in time out, at least twice, for the following infractions: not cleaning up toys after playtime, refusing to share and then fighting about it and oh, I could write a whole list of things here. But yesterday? He was a gem. He transitioned well when the one teacher took us down to show us the play gym. Not a, “No, I don’t want to.” Not a, “I’m busy!” Got up from where he was, took FireDad’s hand and went downstairs with us. When it was time to actually leave from the gym (to go home! oh no!), I bribed him with “a special treat,” and he didn’t whimper or cry or fuss. He said, “OKAY!” He told the teacher thank you. He said bye. And we left.

Yeah, I bought the kid some ice cream. Wouldn’t you?

And so, he did well. I’m less nervous about school in the fall. Less nervous because, let’s face it, I’m me. I’m going to be nervous. Forever. Long after he is grown and out of our home. But the teachers were awesome. BigBrother has some hidden social skills that we didn’t know about. And, well, it has to happen eventually so I better just suck it up and deal. Knowing that he will be at a good school with good teachers is what I needed to make this step.

I swear. Preschool is more about the parents than the kids. I swear.

6 replies on “The One with the School Trip”

“even though all of that is mostly accidental learning; puzzles, magnets, games, reading and the Magnadoodle are to blame/thank.”

um…that’s not accidental. YOU bought the books, magnets, games and YOU read him the books and showed him how to do stuff. YOU! give yourself come credit lady!

YEAH!!! You did it Fire Mom!!! As the mom of two boys who are now (sniff sniff) 12 and 14 I have SO been in your shoes.

I was also the Preschool Ministry Director for our church for 5 years and ran the weekday preschool program as well. You are SO right…it is almost ALWAYS the parents, and by parents I mean, us MOMS!

But hey…that’s ok…they are our babies and fiercely protecting them is our job…right?

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oh god, SO cute. i actually got teary-eyed!

also, FWIW, nearly every single child alex & i have ever worked with in preschool (which is at least 50 for me and way more than that for him) has been better-behaved at school than at home. i’ve seen so many kids who get time-outs at home all the time who are angelic at school and never ever break a single rule. the parents are always like “OMG WHYYYYYYY what am i doing wrooooonnnnnggggg,” but i have no answers for that. heh.

I know that with Adeline the main reason she gets in trouble is because she’s bored. Like when I’m nursing Audrey and she’s not wanting to play alone, she’ll act out. But with preschool, there wouldnt be a nursing mommy to have to wait around for.

I know he’ll do just fine!
We’re still trying to decide if we should send Adeline in the fall. And if she’ll start school when she’s almost 5 or when she’s almost 6.
Ugh. Fall kids. Audrey will start when she’s almost 6 since her birthday is the day after cut offs. awesome.

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I was thinking about your post over the weekend and having recently been in the shoes of looking for a new daycare for our son, I was always anxious about how he would behave for each appointment and we had a bunch of them. We had a HORRIBLE experience with our last place which was a church daycare and ended up to not be everything we dreamed of so we were being REALLY careful about the new choice. Anyway, when we went to visit our local Montessori school, our son was not exactly acting out, but also not really following directions the best. At first I was a bit embarrased by it, but in the end I was thankful that he wasn’t at his best because it gave me the opportunity to see how the teacher(s) would handle it. Well, I didn’t like what I saw… and I was right there so if that is how they would handle the situation with a parent present then I assume it would be the same or worse when we weren’t there. If it wouldn’t have been for that, I might have signed him up. So, it ended up to be a real blessing that he wasn’t at his finest.

I think PP is right though in that kids are usually always better behaved at “school” than at home so chances are he is going to do great! Congrats on your little milestone!

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