Monday was a proud proud day at the MODG house.
My big boy went off to school. And he made this face. I’m not sure which makes me more proud. Prouder? More proud? School is valuable kids.
So guys. We HAVE to talk about this sort of preschool. When I first met my hippie friends through breastfeeding support group, I learned about the co-op preschool. I also learned there was a waiting list and you had to get on it early. I LOVE a waiting list. If you tell me those pink cowboy boots with hannah montana tongue face on it is sold out in every state and there is a list to get them. I MUST HAVE THEM. It’s pretty much not being able to make decision for yourself and using others as validation. Not like I know about that much.
The co-op preschool is a type of school that employs the parents as helpers in classrooms, is totally non profit, and encourages the community of parents to come together to support the school and each other. Sounds like rainbow marshmallows right? I was all, ok ok. We’ll see.
So I signed G up when he was 1 and figured in the next 2 years I could look around at other schools and make a decision, but this would at least be in my back pocket.
2 years goes by and I look at like 3 other schools that cost THREE times what this school did. Ok G you’re going to Playschool. (that’s what they call it.)
We go to our first meet and greet for new families at a park. I go with my best hippie friend L (who was also our doula) as her son is starting at the school as well. I’m pretty nervous. I maybe planned my outfit for 3 days. I needed to look like casual cool mom but sort of extra hippie. No fanciness. Chanel glasses stay home. We had to BLEND. L shows up in her for real hippie skirt that she made after she made a basket and candle, with essence of chapouli and oil of namaste all over her. MAN. My ripped jeans are so sub par. Everyone else has those shoes that look like feet, with the toes. One guy just got back from a “gig”. I’m all, “cooool man. I’m just so busy these days um, eating placenta and um. finding really good eggs. And he’s like DUDE I LOVE GOOD EGGS. THEY ARE SO HARD TO FIND. (whew…)
I’m sort of fitting in. I ask L and she says I’m doing a good job and she is not embarrassed by me. What a good friend.
I forgot to warn B. He’s coming late to be a supportive father.
And just like that, B walks up to the gaggle of toe-shoed parents in…
a full suit.
With hair gel.
F. They are totally thinking they are being audited.
There goes my blend.
Um, everyone. This is B. (mumble mumble my hsbd).
WHAT DID YOU SAY?
I SAID MY HUSBAND ALRIGHT??
But of course HIPPIES DON’T CARE. And that is the best thing about hippies. They are all peace love acceptance. Even of the man (B).
And then we had our open house at preschool. And there was this
yep. At preschool.
And dude. The parents love this school so much. They come back to work in the classrooms when their kids are out of school. Half of the teachers went to this school. And some of the teachers are a little more golden girls than sex in the city. But I’ll take a great grandma any day over a sheer topped mini skirt. YOU KNOW THE ONE.
So G had his first day. And the parents stay in the classroom for the first 3 days to ease them in. And I thought it would be cake. But it was a little hard. Me and G have always been a team. G likes 2 things in life. Cupcakes and attention. And I’ve always given him one of those. But now I was required to sit on the sidelines and just watch. No playing. He would come up to me and say…”you wanna play with me?” And I died a little inside. “No, mommy LOVES watching you play with your friends and your new teachers. You’re doing great!”.
Day 2 had no asking to play. In fact, I told him I was leaving the room to go downstairs and he said BYE MOM. GO. And then I died a little inside again.
And he did great on his own. He came down after class with his teacher and gave me a big hug. And his teacher said “you may want to wash his hands, he was holding really big worms”. And I died for a 3rd time.
I have no doubt that G is in the best school for him. He will fit in and do great. But will I? There is a PTO guys. There is the Kool Aid guys. Usually when I’m faced with Kool Aid, I drink wine instead. Maybe I’ll just put a splash into my wine. Spiked Kool Aid.
But guys, I really REALLY felt like a mom. I mean I know, I have 2 kids. I get it. I’m a mom. But sitting in school open houses and PTO meetings and teacher conferences. MOM STUFF.
Also. Epic playground.
Also? FREE TIME.