Thursday, September 04, 2008

Out into the world, like sheep, amidst the wolves.

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My baby started preschool this week. It was a very emotional experience for me. I was so nervous, and worried that he was going to hate it, or that he was going to act up for the teacher. Or just act like he does at home. I dropped him off on Tuesday morning, went in to his class and sat with him for a few minutes. The first thing he did was ask the teacher for some candy, so at least he was making himself comfortable. He went over to the table, started doing a puzzle and ignoring me, so I made a quick exit, and barely made it out of the room before losing it. I knew that I was going to get upset, but I really had no idea how overcome with emotion I would be from dropping my baby at pre-k for 5 hours.

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I am typically a very close to the vest person with my emotions, you will rarely see me cry, or show much emotion...without copious amounts of alcohol anyway. Of course my friend Courtney, who was also dropping off her kids, just happened to be coming down the hall when I made my tearful exit into the hallway. So not only did I burst into tears in public, there were witnesses. I made a mental note of how many people I needed to kill later, logistically speaking it was just too many bodies to be feasible, I have limited closet space...I guess I will just have to live with it this one time. First person to make fun of me for crying gets a ninja kick to the throat.

I spent the entire day waiting for my phone to ring, the teacher calling to tell me to come get him because he was unhappy, uncooperative, annoying, hurt, etc. I could not wait to go pick him up and see how he did. Of course my worries and fears were unfounded, and he loved it.

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Although I was a little concerned when he came home on the very first day, and told me about how he had to hide the baby moses in the basket so that the demons would not eat him....did I mention that his new Pre-K is in a Baptist church? Yeah...great. We had to have a nice long conversation about how demons are not real. Then I had a nice talk with the teacher about not telling my kid that Demons eat babies....don't make me have to show you my mad ninja skilz.