Big
It looks like my three year old is going to become a big, grown up preschooler at the end of the month. The preschool teachers at his daycare have lately been broaching the subject with me on a daily basis, and he requests to spend time in the preschool class at every opportunity. His current teachers and the preschool teachers feel that he’s ready and he seems to feel that way too, so when some of the current preschoolers leave at the end of the month, they are going to move him up.
He’s only been going to this daycare since October and it honestly took until February or March for him to get comfortable, in that he stopped telling me hated it and didn’t want to go, and stopped crying or pouting when I’d leave him. For a long time I worried that I made the wrong choice pulling him out of the home where he used to receive care and moving him to a center, but it’s good that I waited him out because he’s so happy there now. He knows the kids, he knows the teachers, he loves his “school.”
I just can’t believe he’s going to be in preschool! Isn’t he just a baby still?? When his brother was littler, he was the only one, all eyes were on him, and every parenting experience was so new. It seemed to take f-o-r-e-v-e-r for him to get bigger, to achieve each new milestone. But with my three year old, it’s all old hat, and my eyes are so busy tracking both boys, my own life, and our various horizons, that the days and months just fly by. I can’t believe how big he is.