I used to be on the fence about pre-school. After all, we’ve had to make a lot of sacrifices in order for me to be a stay at home mom, it’s the main reason why we moved over 1,000 miles from everyone and everything we’ve ever known and loved. I know I am still a fairly young parent, but I also am aware that these years go by so fast, and the day will come where I find myself missing this precious time we have at home together.
I struggled for a while with whether it was right to push Max off into a program where he will learn things that I am not teaching him. Where he will possibly pick up less than desirable habits from some of his peers. And what if I’m just putting him in a program out of purely selfish reasons, just to have a few hours to myself a week?
I don’t think any of that anymore.
I felt that Max clearly showed signs he was ready for school long before I ever signed him up, I guess it was more me that wasn’t ready. But let me tell you– there is nothing more rewarding than walking into a classroom, your child’s face beaming, and hearing, “MOMMY!!!!” and he immediately has to open up his school bag right there to show you everything he made that day. There is nothing like walking into a classroom filled with “Chef Max’s” and “Chef Jacobs” all around the room. There is nothing like having another mom say to you, “My little boy talks about Max all the time & says he’s his best friend. Can we get together for a play date?”.
Nope, no regrets whatsoever.