I can’t believe my oldest is going into Pre-K 3. It’s literally like I’ve blinked my eyes, and here we are! Like most parents, I am filled with excitement, nervousness, and joy for my little girl. I know that this next chapter is sure to offer her opportunities for friendship, learning, and lots of memories.
It’s a big step for all of us to leave grandmother’s house (“Grammy School”) and head off to a private preschool community. There are so many questions and much for her to experience, and I can’t wait to see where the year takes us!
I’m a therapist in private practice, and until recently, my mother, respectfully titled “Grammy,” has been watching my girls. Thankfully, after consideration, conversations, and many boundaries, Grammy has operated as a mini preschool. Offering time for centers, outdoor play, and even “field trips” when time allows. She sang songs, wiped tears, and encouraged my girls to be themselves. I’ve had a lot of control over the care received by sharing my beliefs, offering strategies, and stepping in when needed.
With this transition from Grammy to school, I’m worried about having less autonomy in how the day goes. I’m worried about having less input, less ability to encourage specific language when communicating, and less control over protecting my girl. I think that’s what it is: protection.
The world we live in these days is a scary place, but on some level, I have had to spend time realizing that this same world has people in it who can and will be accepting, kind, genuine, and loving. My daughter has developed into her own little person capable of asserting her needs, asking for help, and supporting herself when necessary.
























