Last week we got letters in the mail telling us which class the girls would be in for preschool this year, and neither of them have stopped talking about it since. They are beyond excited to learn their new teachers’ names and discuss what their rooms will look like, what they’ll pack in their lunches, and what new toys they might play with when they get there. They can’t wait to get back to a preschool routine. Apparently, they find me boring.
Along with the letters came the news, though, that the preschool doesn’t resume until September 1 this year. {Maybe it’s just me, but doesn’t that seem like an incredibly LATE start?} So, for the next several weeks, the conversations and questions and speculations about what this year will be like will just have to continue. Here’s an excerpt from my favorite discussion about it so far:
The Preschooler: I don’t know what my new teachers will look like.
Me: I think they’ll look really nice and fun.
The Preschooler: Well, I think they’ll have tears in their eyes because they’ll be so happy to see me.
Me: I bet you’re right.
Oh, to be so exuberant and self-confident. I don’t know if the teachers will be teary-eyed or not. But, when I think about having six hours of freedom a week… I might just shed a few tears of joy myself come September 1.
Until then, though, I don’t want to rush or waste the month of August. It may be a hot month, a long month, a slow month. But, it’s no less 31 days that I want to try and intentionally enjoy. We may melt in the heat and humidity; we may grow increasingly tired of each other’s constant companionship; we may make many, many more scenes at places like Kroger, Target, and the post office; we may go to bed too late and watch too much TV. But, we will not wish away a month of being age 2 and age 4 and thinking that there’s nothing more exciting than the anticipation of a new preschool year.
Here’s to enjoying August and the last weeks of summer… even if it is entirely too hot.
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