Tomorrow is Isabella's first day of preschool. That's her school bag over there. The school provides a canvas bag to each student, which must have their name on the outside. Apparently, parents go all-out decorating the bags in which students take their art projects home. This caused me a mild panic attack since I have zero artistic ability. I went to Michael's and bought a bunch of iron-on letters and ladybugs and made the best of it.
She will attend her semi-cooperative preschool Tuesday and Thursday mornings from 9am-12pm, although tomorrow is just a half day (from 9am-10:30am). She'll play in her classroom, and I'll be in an informational meeting with the other parents in a separate room. We met her teacher together on Tuesday morning, and Isabella had the chance to explore her room for the first time since the open house we attended together back in January.
Her class will have eight students in it, 5 boys and 3 girls. The preschool is comprised of three separate but connected rooms (the Housekeeping room, which includes kitchen toys, a LEGO table, a water table, a sand table, and a reading seat, the Big Muscle room, which includes a playset, slide, huge wooden blocks, trucks, and tumbling mats, and the Art room, which has art tables, easels, and all the art supplies mama's afraid to pull out at home because of...um...the mess. I know. I'm awful). She'll spend 1/3 of the year with the Housekeeping room as her "homeroom," 1/3 in the Big Muscle room, and 1/3 in the Art room. For 30-45 minutes each day, students can travel from their homerooms to explore and play in the other rooms.
In many ways, I am so ready for Isabella to go to preschool. I love her to bits, but she is so challenging lately. She is having a hard time listening and following directions, and when she doesn't get her way, she has a meltdown. She's always been stubborn and strong-willed. She is my daughter after all. But since turning three, a whole new kind of crazy behavior has emerged. If my plans don't coincide with hers, if she doesn't like the socks I picked out or what I'm serving for her snack, or she wants to turn left on a walk instead of right, look out. Hell hath no fury like a preschooler scorned.
I'm hoping that she'll learn to take direction from someone other than the hubs and me. I'm hoping she learns about patience (I'm not exactly the best model for this at home), and I'm hoping she will gain confidence and independence. She often wants to do everything for herself (the source of some battles lately at home), but in social settings she's often looking for me to stand right beside her. I know this is normal behavior for a child who hasn't been in daycare or left with anyone other than a relative, but I also know that separating well is an important life skill she needs to have.
Okay, now that I've gotten the positive aspects of Isabella heading to preschool out of the way...
My BABY is going to PRESCHOOL!!!!!!!
Didn't she look like this just yesterday?
Will she completely freak when it's time for me to leave her in her classroom?
Will I completely freak when it's time for me to leave her in her classroom?