Yeah, so, The Boy is starting preschool next month.
This makes me excited and sad.
I’m excited because I think preschool is going to be great for Calvin. We think he’s ready, and we know that he will (eventually) love going to preschool and playing with all those kids. Plus, he’s not exactly a master communicator, and preschool will really help Calvin improve his speaking. Countless parents have told me a story about how their kid was a babbler but after a few weeks of preschool their kid was throwing down complete sentences. I look forward to being able to communicate with my boy. Right now, there’s a lot of pointing and grunting on both our parts.
It makes me sad, because I don’t think he’s going to understand why we are leaving him there. He’s been going to a nanny since he was three months old. Now, for reasons he’s not going to understand, he’s not going to Yolanda and instead we’re going to be dropping him off with some strangers and a room full of kids. We can explain it to him, of course, but he’s not going to get it. He’s going to be pissed. There will be crying … on both our parts.
And, it makes me sad because my baby isn’t a baby anymore. He’s a little boy. And, while I’m looking forward to talking to him, and I’m so proud of the little guy he has become, I miss my little baby.
Filling out the application for preschool was an ordeal. It was crazy long. One of the questions asked me to describe Calvin’s personality. How do I sum up The Boy in a tiny, one-line space on a form?
“He’s funny and sweet. He’s got the best laugh in the entire world. He loves the dance, climb, jump and run. He loves to snuggle on the couch and watch Elmo. Also, he starts fires using only his mind when he’s angry. The fires are small … for now.”