It has dawned on me that the bitter-sweet day I have planned for for nearly eight months has arrived. My daughter begins full-time preschool tomorrow. I have been lucky to work from home with her for the past 3 years. Once she turned turned 2.5 years old, I knew she needed more. She was out growing the todller story time at our local library branch, she was enjoying being in a 2’s preschool program 2 days a week, and counting to 15 already. It’s been hard these past eight months as I struggle to work while keeping her growing inquisitiveness and creativity busy enough (insert mom guilt here).
To boot, my employer has been stating they are considering make a change to the remote work policy, so with all of the signs, I researched madly, crunched the numbers, and finally decided to enroll my daughter in a private preschool program. The cost is comparable to other preschool programs, close to our home (about 2 miles away), and is an alternative to public school as she gets closer to kindergarten. With baby #2 on the way, it will allow me time to prepare my work projects for my maternty leave and when the baby comes, I will have time to bond with her while my big girl is in school. I will also be working remotely for a few months post-maternity leave, so school breaks will not require additional child care (yay!).
While I know this is the best decision for our family and my daughter who craves intellectual stimulation and time with friends, it closes a chapter for me as her mom…or maybe it opens a new chapter for us both.