I think it was Wednesday, when I dropped Joseph off at school, I felt this surge of guilt. You have just started a little boy, I thought, on the beginnings of a 14-year prison term. Good for you.
(Yeah, homeschooling. I’m not constituted to homeschool a 4-year old, and this particular 4-year old needs some schooling, especially the kind that involves lining up, listening and learning to interact with other children. I would really like to not have that conversation. Again.)
Well, he likes it. At least he hasn’t resisted going back every day, and has gone happily to the toys every day that I’ve dropped him off. What has he done all day? That’s another question all together. Some papers have come home, as well as a ziploc full of homemade play-dough, but for the most part, it seems as if a great part of the pre-K day is taken up with lining up and going to the bathroom. Repeatedly.
There are naps, too, but Joseph justifies his not sleeping during that time with the extremely irritated observation that the teacher insists on playing music when he’s trying to sleep, darn it!
However, the question that intrigues me most is the parent waiting after school, a late 20-ish caucasian woman, who is wears a sari. Every day, a different, quite lovely sari. That mystery alone is almost worth the price of tuition. Not a common sight in Fort Wayne – pale, light-haired women in saris.