Rose started preschool last week. Preschool. Sure, it is technically a prep-preschool as she will not be 3 for another 2 months but still. PRESCHOOL. I still vividly remember laboring for 48 hours in an effort to bring her into the world. Pure crazyness.
We chose a Montessori preschool as the self directed and hands on learning is right up her alley for her outgoing personality. So far so good as she comes home every day talking about her friends and the ‘jobs’ that she does.
Steve took her on her first day which was a very good choice as I got all hormonally teary when just looking at pictures. I can only imagine what it would have been like if I had actually been there in person. Me staying there the entire time would have been a real possibility. As it was, even Steve had a hard time leaving when it was time to go due to her tears when she realized he was heading out the door.This coming Friday is going to be the hardest for me. I work 9 hour days so that I can have every other Friday off to spend with Rose. With her going to Monday, Wednesday, Friday preschool means that a huge chunk of that day will be cut. I treasure that time together with her so it is really hard to have to give it up. I know that this is just part of her growing up but it doesn’t make it easy on my heart.