Our actual first day.
My oldest child is ready. He begs for work to do. He realizes his friends are going to school. He loves sitting at his little school desk and practicing writing his letters.
I’m happy. It feels like 18 months of research and reading and Pinterest-ing and curricula picking have prepared me for this.
Mostly I’m happy because he is happy. He isn’t a clingy kid. After the success we had with mother’s morning out this summer I was afraid he would be sad that he wasn’t going to school with his friends. He is very aware that they are leaving their parents to go to school. He loves his friends.
So when he asked me when he was going to preschool I broke out into a cold sweat.
“Well, you are starting preschool on September 4th.”
“Where am I going? With my friends?”
“Well. No. We are going to have preschool here, and I will be your teacher. Just you and I.”
“Oh…that sounds awesome!”
::huge sigh of relief::
I think every homeschool parent wonders how that discussion will go. I wasn’t sure if he would be okay with it or not. Although he has never been in a traditional school he knows what it is. He sees the buses and the kids waiting outside our neighborhood to get picked up.
He is a social kid. He loves being with other people. He knows he starts soccer team and art class in a week. He knows he will still see his friends every Thursday at playgroup.
He’s happy to be homeschooling.
That’s all this finally homeschool mama could want.
Stephanie and her family live in Roswell, Georgia. Originally from the Northeast, Stephanie still hasn’t gotten used to Southern bugs and the word y’all. She loves summer dresses, the kitchen, her husband, her Catholic faith, and a good book. She is active in Junior League of Atlanta and in efforts to stop child trafficking in Georgia. Armed with an English degree and a MBA, Stephanie homeschools her son and has a baby girl. She blogs at The Brunette Foodie.