Claudia cries every time I drop her off at preschool.
Well, until last week she did. Now that we are in our last month of the two year old program she has decided that she likes school and she loves her teachers. She even (allegedly) pees in the potty at school.
I have been feeling really good about school and even though I am sad that this year is almost over and I will miss the two year old teachers I have been excited about next year.
When I picked up The Squad from school today I asked how their day was. Claudia said “Bad”.
My heart sunk.
Me: You had a bad day?
Claudia: I had a scary day.
Now I was nervous, but their teacher was standing right there looking perplexed.
Me: Why was it scary? What happened?
Claudia: The stegosaurus.
I don’t know who was more relieved, me or the teacher, but we both played along, Oh, was the stegosaurus on the playground? Was it big?
My kids talk about dinosaurs all day long. On the way to school this morning they said they were taking baby T-Rexes to school, but they were nice ones.
I’m glad they have vivid imaginations, but I was really nervous for a second. I don’t think I ever want to hear that one of my children had a scary day again. Even if they are joking. I love preschool. I love the kids and the school and I especially like the part where I get to go to the grocery store all by myself. I trust the teachers and the staff, and in a co-op situation I always feel like having another parent in the classroom is extra protection. No one would let something someone mistreat my kids when their own kid was in the same situation, right?
I am not really an overprotective hovering “helicopter” type parent. I want my children to grow up to be independent. I don’t want them to need me all of the time, but man, this letting go thing is tough sometimes.