As has been on my mind this past month, it immediately dawned on me that these lazy mornings are soon coming to a close. Jack starts preschool in less than a week. LESS THAN A WEEK. On his days off, he has therapy. He will be a busy-five-days-a-week kind of kid. And I've come to a conclusion:
I am so, so excited.
I am excited for him. I am excited for me. Yes, it is only six hours apart, but it will be so good for both of us. I have all sorts of plans for my time and I am anxious to see my boy grow up a bit by spending time around his peers and learning those important social cues of childhood. I am hoping he makes leaps and bounds with his communication.
I'm thinking a schedule like this will be so good for us.
People have really strong feelings about preschool. If it's a good thing. If it's a bad thing. If it's a must or if you should just let a toddler be a toddler. It becomes one of those competition things in motherhood that I hate. Now that people realize Jack is in his own special category (AKA "not typically developing"), I get shielded from a lot of this motherhood/competition/pressure thing. But I see it and I see friends go through it. And sometimes, I just want to yell out "Who cares?!" Are we really going to debate something as insignificant as this? My own personal conclusion is that I don't care if you send your kid to preschool or not. Both options are fine. I put it into the category of just picking what is best for your kid, for your life. There are more important things that I will get my panties in a bunch about.
Remember this amazing post about Mommy Lessons? If you are feeling that ache of mommy competition. Read this!
In conclusion (how I ended every high school essay I ever wrote), I am planning to enjoy these last days of lazy mornings. Then preschool, he we come!