Reese starts preschool next month. Mostly I'm excited for her because I know she's ready. What I wasn't expecting is the fact that I'm not. I realized this yesterday when I dropped her off at her very first preschool summer camp. It's three hours, two days a week for two weeks. We did a lot of prepping to help make the transition easy.
- Went to the library and hecked out a book about preschool - Maisy Goes to Preschool.
- We talked about how "Reese is going to preschool and Mommy is going to give Reese a hug and say bye-bye and Reese gets to stay and play. Then Mommy will come back to get Reese." She repeated this scenario over and over and seemed to get it.
- We showed up early so that she could get used to the new space.
- A really quick good-bye. I could see she was going to be fine and I didn't want her to sense my anxiety.
As I turned and walked out of the room my eyes swelled with tears. How is my two year old ok with this and I'm not?! A thought quickly floated through my head: Does she really need preschool? Maybe I'll just keep her home with me forever. Ok, I'm being ridiculous.
I know she is ready so I just keep reminding myself of this. For now I am just looking forward to when I can drop her off confidently and without tears.
UPDATE: When I picked Reese up her teacher told me that she had cried for a few min after I left but only for a few min. She was busy playing at a water table when I arrived and ran into my arms when she saw me. It was really sweet.