Jafta is starting preschool on Monday. Over the years, I’ve been witness to many a preschool conversations by my friends with older kids. I’ve always listened and glibly thought, come on, it’s just preschool. Ah, sweet pre-parent naivete.
So now that it’s my turn, I’ve been agonizing over where to send Jafta to preschool since April. I kind of had a list of criteria that I was looking for in a preschool:
1. it’s realy, really close to my house
2. he can eat lunch there so I can run more errands
3. it doesnt’ start before 9am so I can sleep a bit later
4. it has a two-day option so we can spend less money
5. it has a Tues/Thurs option so that time in
childcare preschool is not wasted on a day daddy is home to help with the kids
Wow. Is this the most self-indulgent list you have ever seen? Me, me, me. What’s best for me.
But over the last few months I’ve been convicted that perhaps what is best for me is not what is best for Jafta.
So I paid a hefty deposit and first month’s dues for a different preschool that fit my own needs. And last week, Jafta starting begging to go to his best friend’s school. And Mark started calling me out for why he wasn’t. And I started feeling really, really guilty.