After I had my little boy I was excited to do all those great, experiential things to grow my baby’s brain. You know, the ones with the side effect of making you feel like a good mommy, too! I was so disappointed when I found out that everything – all the baby swim lessons, story times, and mommy-and-me classes – were offered almost exclusively during daytime hours.
While I was at work.
Sure, there were some weekend offerings, but they filled up lightning-fast. I got discouraged enough that I stopped looking for activities and resigned myself to the fact that such fun things were not an option for us.
Fast forward two and a half years, and my new obsession is preschool. How can I get Conlan into a preschool program when they are all offered mid-morning 2 days a week? How do I fulfill my obligations at my full-time job while figuring out a way to transport him from daycare, to preschool, and back to daycare right smack in the middle of my day?
Again, I get discouraged and entertain the idea that preschool might not be an option. But then I start looking into it again. After all, it’s preschool. And if I can’t get my son into preschool then he won’t be ready for school. And if he doesn’t get off to a good start then he won’t go to college. Obviously.
And while I haven’t solved the preschool problem yet I’ve found something that has at least calmed me down for the time being: Family Story Time. Turns out, the library has an evening story time with stories, songs, and crafts. We’ve been attending regularly for the last couple of months. It’s a great, educational, and engaging activity Conlan and I get to do together while Daddy is at school.
At first, though, it made me a bit more frantic about my preschool search. As all the other children sat quietly and attentively, mine rolled around on the floor, picked at the carpet, and eventually got up and ran around the back of the room.
Oh, dear. This would never do. Already I’m anticipating report cards marked with “Has trouble following directions.” Or “Plays with trains excessively at the expense of all other activities.” There’s a box for that, right?
Week after week I coached my son all the way to the library. “We follow directions.” “We listen to the story.” “Mommy wants you to behave at story time.” And week after week I found myself dashing across the room to catch my little boy before he ran through the emergency exit and set off the fire alarm.
But you know what happened when we went this week? He sat down. He paid attention. He followed directions.
Eureka! Perhaps my son will go to college!
I’ll probably start panicking about preschool again when spring rolls around, but right now the urgency has subsided. At this point Conlan’s not a lost cause and his future is still bright. Whew! I haven’t ruined him yet! *sigh of relief*