It’s registration time for preschool. The school that my boys have attended since we moved to NJ, The school that you’ve heard me gush over before, has changed some things for next year. One change is that they added a five day program. I could send The Baby to school for five days. At first glance, this news made my heart cheer. Five days? I could get my life back. Five days. I could do some real work. Five days from 9-1 I would be totally child-free. Wow.
Then… five days from 9-1, I could be totally child-free? Yikes.
I knew this day would come. I have looked forward to this day for years if I’m being honest. And yet, now it’s here and I’m so, so sad.
There are no more babies here.
There are kids who more often than not interact with each other more than me.
There are no more clingy babies here.
There are kids who need me less and less.
The slow days of babies are over.
Now, there are kids whose schedules keep us running at mach speed.
The noise of this house is less. The snuggling is less. The giggling is less. The lazy days are less.
Everything is less, because they are away from me more.
We will not be enrolling in the five day program next year. The Baby will have our beloved four year old teacher, four days a week. On that fifth day there will be giggling and snuggling and quiet mom and boy chats that I will hoard away in my heart for all those too-quiet days ahead.
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