Last night I dreamed that my baby was going off to kindergarten at age 3. (He's now 27-mo.) In the dream, I was attending a day-before-school parent orientation. And I was freaking out. The classroom was filled with rows and rows and rows of desks. I nearly broke down crying asking the teacher what the child to teacher ratio would be. She didn't tell me, but she told me there would be 1 teacher and 2.5 helpers (not sure how the 1/2 person thing works). I offered to be a helper any time. Other Moms were totally calm and cool. One was a nuclear scientist and was too busy to volunteer. They looked at me like I was a head case.
I did a lot of thinking to myself in this dream... "He's only 3. He's going to freak out being away from us for the whole day. How will he ride on the bus? They don't have car seats, do they? He can't walk down the street by himself -- how will he manage the school building? Will he have a personal escort at all times?"
The school was jam-packed with big people and was very rough & tough urban. I wanted to move. Immediately. I knew that my baby wasn't ready for school, and yet he was going to go.
My sweet 27-month old just came in to say hi while I was writing this.
Kisses kisses kisses.
Don't grow up too fast, OK?
I'd be another head-case in that room!
Posted by: Meredith | Sunday, June 18, 2006 at 12:10 AM
Ahhhh....we are lucky it doesn't work quite that way in real life.
You have lots time left, and I"m sure you'll find a sweet pre-school with limited days and hours before you even have to think about kindergarten. Phew! Right?
Posted by: Raehan | Sunday, June 18, 2006 at 10:29 PM
Stop it. All of you wonderful little baby blogger kids that I read about. You have to stop growning up and being so damn cute. I get teary reading about you. ANd I'm running out of tissue!
Happy 27 months. :: sniff sniff ::
:-)
Posted by: Mrs. Flinger | Monday, June 19, 2006 at 11:32 AM