The Sonia Show

Writer. Podcaster. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

Preschool confidential


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.

He's not this little creature anymore.

He’s not this little creature anymore.

He's a little guy now.

He’s this little guy now.

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.”


Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, go on adventures with my mighty, mighty good man David and my awesome autistic son, Calvin, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

5 thoughts on “Preschool confidential

  1. They turn from little Firestarters to big pyromaniacs soooo fast. Sniff sniff.

  2. I’m excited to see how it goes for you guys! I bet he’ll do just fine and love preschool. You’re probably being a whiny little bitch tit for nothing. ❤

  3. You should fill it out like this guy did:

    although, you would be much more clever in your answers, I’m sure.

  4. Pingback: Star Wars lunch box: Because hunger is the path to the Dark Side | The Sonia Show

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