Adelaide—barring whatever—starts preschool this fall, but the question of where is still looming rather large in my brain. If you’ve been following me for a while, you know this subject sometimes freaks me out.
She has applications in at three different Montessori programs:
- ridiculously expensive dream school
- Sweet, family-style school
- clean and modern daycare-ish school
This morning, Adelaide had an “interview” with the woman who would be her teacher if she went to the expensive dream school. She played with Adelaide while asking me some casual questions about Adelaide’s interests and personality.
I also was retold something about this place I’d forgotten I loved: they respect and offer a solution to the transition fear.
Adelaide has only ever been at home with me—no daycares, no preschools, no babysitters other than family or already-known friends. Which is great, but also kind of a big disadvantage in this particular situation.
I’ve been really nervous—new, anxious mom-caliber nervous—about just dropping her off one day in an unfamiliar place and leaving her there for a few hours.
In my mind, Adelaide would be like:
But this preschool helps prevent that possible future by offering two-hour, in-school playdates Monday and Tuesday mornings during the summer so your child gets used to the teachers, their classmates, and the new environment. Then, two weeks before school, this teacher and her assistant would come to our house to decorate a canvas tote bag (provided by the school) that Adelaide would use as her school bag that year and leave a polaroid of them all together. I’d be able to point to the polaroid on the fridge for the next two weeks and remind her of these women and keep the idea of school fresh in her mind. On top of that, parents are encouraged to stay in the classroom with their child on the first day.
This, this is why this is the dream school.
And this is obviously why they’re also the most expensive school.
The whole interview only lasted about 20 minutes, but Adelaide was comfortable and chatty with the teacher, which isn’t always the case for her with strangers in close proximity. When we left, she even gave the woman a hug.
After 20 minutes.
Of course this happened at the preschool where I’d be selling my hair and teeth and soul a la Fantine in order to be able to afford the tuition.