I never had strong feelings about preschool. I didn’t care if my children went or not, and I didn’t feel it was especially significant. Last spring when my friends were skipping playgroup to do preschool tours I didn’t feel left out. I was still enjoying having Little Red home with me. And anyway, it just wasn’t in the budget.
I planned on buying the Joy School curriculum and teaching Little Red on my own, but autumn came and went before I gave it a second thought. We were having fun, and he was learning in a more natural environment. Two weeks ago Tara asked about preschools around here, and Andrea and I both replied that a good one was pretty pricey, and that we just tried to do lots of stimulating activities with the boys. Tara then asked the question I’ve been waiting for all year, “would any of you be interested in a homeschool preschool?”
I was so excited about this perfect situation that I offered to teach first. Yesterday the three boys sat at our purchased-for-the-occasion Mammut table and we sang, coloured, and wrote the letter “A”. (We’re doing a letter a week.) It was a blast and the two hours just seemed to fly by!
I’m so excited that my little boy is growing up, and so happy that I can participate in it. For the next two weeks he’ll be at the homes of the other two mothers, and then back here. I think it’s a perfect situation for us. And now I’m finally excited about preschool!!! (Sorry to my husband, though, because obssessed-teacher-Zen is coming back.)