“9:30 AM, Tuesday. Appointment is set. Let the boss know you are gonna be late!”
This is how the conversation started yesterday with Hubby.
We are touring a private pre-school for Grace.
And I am anxious about it. There have been several posts here about my struggle of whether or not to send her to school or to leave her at day care. Both options have benefits; both have disadvantages. And this is the first time I feel like I am going to scar my child for the rest of her life if I make the wrong decision.
If I put her in pre-school, that means she will no longer see Afg.hani every day. It means that she will have to make all new friends and get used to a completely new routine. What if she hates it? Will she make friends as great as the day care crew? Is she ready for pre-school? And bottom line, can we afford it---$300 extra a month is a lot; is it worth it?
Keeping her at Afgh.ani’s is the easy answer. We are all comfortable there. The routine is set. Several friendships have been made over time on the driveway during pick up and drop off times. All the kids get along well and have essentially grown up together. But most important, Afg.hani loves Grace and vice versa. But the past 8 months or so have been rough. I feel like the quality of certain aspects of Grace’s day have declined….our $800 a month used to get her a home-cooked lunch every day; now its Co.stco chicke.n nug.gets or fis.h stic.ks. Yea, that’s what she eats at home but I feel like with all the checks I write each month to day care, she should be getting what I have come to expect over the past 3 ½ years. Simple things like that have changed and it bugs me. Is that enough to move her to pre-school?
Hubby is fine with where Grace is. He tends to be a creature of habit. Again, it’s easy.
I always thought this would be an easy decision and even though my gut feeling is telling me what I should do, what if I am wrong? What if, in 5 years, Grace is having issues and her therapist tells me it is all because I moved her into pre-school when she was 4 years old?! Oh, it’s a whole other form of Mommy Guilt!!!