My babies are growing up too fast. I’m going to finish Manchild’s pre-school paperwork today. I can’t believe that day is fast approaching where all three children will be in school. Boy is my life about to crank up a notch.
Manchild is very excited. I think he’s going to be the talker of the group. But his biggest challenge will be getting off the playground when it’s time to go inside. He doesn’t get to go outside at daycare, and he’s obsessed with the playground at school.
But I’m sure he won’t be the only one making adjustments. I know he’ll be just fine.
I worry anyway because that’s what mothers do – even Super Moms.
He’s so big for his age. He’s only 3, and my daughter is above average for her age (6) as well. There are only 5 pounds separating them. Because of his size and his late August birthday, I worry about where he’s going to test.
Will his scores put him with the other three-year-olds so that he’s the oldest of the group or with the four-year-olds where he’ll be the youngest of the group? Either way, he’ll tower over everyone. I just don’t want him to be singled out for his size or pushed too hard because he looks older than he is.
I don’t know why I’m worried. Diva’s test scores put her in another year of pre-K, and she’s doing great.
I know why I’m worried. It’s what I do. I know it’s needless. It’ll be fine.
Thanks for letting me rant.
Why do us mothers worry so much? Things always work out for the best in the end, as it will this time. No matter where he goes he’s still going to be the most precious angel. Don’t worry, he’s going to be just fine.