Mason is my 3 almost 4 year old and we just got a phone call last night that he is supposed to be accepted into preschool. He was on a waiting list and he got a call, so I'm not quite sure how I'm going to juggle working as a substitute teacher, taking care of a 6 month old, MOPS Ministry, finding time for Grandpa and Grandma to pick up Mason on occassion.
It's all going to work out in the end. It has to. Even though I don't know all the answers right now. I'm worried about probably nothing in the end. Most likely he will be in the afternoon class, so that is 12:30 p.m. Usually the beginning of his meltdown time. Just beautiful!
More than anything right now, I am more worried about how emotional he is towards the littlest of struggles. He knows all his colors, shapes, letters, numbers to 20 and even some sight words, but he can't really write anything yet and he doesn't like to draw or color. But pre=k is for social skills mostly and that will come in handy with his emotional breakdowns (hopefully).
So, I guess I'm joining the ranks of protective mothers of preschool age children across the world. At least I will be in the same building as him if I'm subbing that day. That is a blessing. I pray that year 4 is a transforming year for Mason and that he learns to overcome, make friends and grow more confident in himself.
My baby is going to school! Yikes!
My mom would be so proud to see him go off to school. I wish she was here to see it. I'm sure many more milestones will come and go where I will wish her physical presence was there to witness it. I know she will always be with me in spirit, but to see her smile in person again would be absolutley wonderful.
"Don't lose your passion in the process"
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