Yeah, it's been a while since I posted. There's been a neighborhood parade, a visit to Idaho, a family reunion, a purchased table saw and treadmill, a house that's been through varying shades of messy, a lot of new dresses made for both Zaylee and I, a lot of crocheting done, a bookcase primed and ready for paint, eight batches of fudge cooked, diaper rashes galore, and basically a whole lot of life going on.
Right now though, I'm thinking about my baby Thomas. Tomorrow I'll be sending him off to preschool for the very first time. I never intended to send any of my kids to preschool; I'm more the homeschooling type. But Thomas has speech problems that need to be dealt with. He qualified for speech therapy for a few months through early intervention, which was great. But he was no longer eligible for that program once he turned three. Now he'll be going to preschool to continue working with his speech and development. I've been doing what I can for him here at home - reading, labeling, puzzles, having him imitate words and sounds - but he needs more than I can give him. That's hard for me to say.
Anyway, tomorrow I'll take my precious curly-haired little guy to school (I seriously need to post pictures of his curls, they really are quite amazing). And I'm starting to cry while writing this - gah, what a mom I'm being, crying at the thought of sending my baby to school. I just keep picturing him with his little backpack (even though it won't have anything in it but diapers and wipes), holding my hand as we walk through the halls of the school that will seem far too big for such a little boy. I never saw myself as the kind of mom who would cry when she dropped her child off at school for the first time, but now I feel like I just might.
Wipe the eyes, sniff, regain composure. It is only twice a week, and it will give me time to do some preschool stuff here at home with Zaylee. She'll be starting kindergarten next year, through the online k12 program. Wistful sigh. They grow up so fast. You always hear parents say that, but then all of a sudden it hits you that it's actually true.
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Alyssa is starting pre-school next week. Except I'm the opposite! I always thought I'd be the sobbing mom, but I'm just excited for her, because she's so excited! I'm doing it for her social interaction. We stay cooped up in this house way too often! Good luck!!
I was the mom who followed the bus to school and then stayed to help the teacher. Sending my kids off has always been hard for me, even though I am excited for them. Bill just took Wes to Snow College yesterday, there wasn't room for me in the truck. I didn't want to be alone so I went to Kathy's to veg and work on a project with her. I think we did more vegging than project. I am sure he will do great, I just have separation anxiety when it comes to my kids.
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