I went to pre-school today for the first time in decades . . .
No, I wasn't trying to get back in touch with my youth. My son Sebastian finally agreed to be potty trained over the holidays and attended his first day of preschool today. Luckily, he quickly found the room with toys in it and quickly began playing next to a couple other boys in that room without a second thought. Even better, when we asked him if it was okay for us to leave and come back later to pick him up, he was not only willing, but enthusiastic. This is certainly what I had been praying for.
After Sebastian had returned home, he was more than willing to talk all about how he had played with another boy named James (though he initially confused me with his enunciation of the name as "Ames," a department store chain that went bankrupt long before he could have gained any name recognition). It's quite interesting to hear him tell so many stories about such a short period of time. I'm sure this day will pale in comparison to next Wednesday, when an aquatic Touch Tank will be visiting the school.
This entry reminds me of something my friend's 4-year-old daughter said about her preschool: "It's a long, hard day at school." From an adult perspective, it's difficult to imagine an hour of playing with toys followed by 30 minutes of snack time followed by show and tell followed by 30 more minutes of playtime being considered "a long, hard day." Well, I guess it's all relative anyway, isn't it? That's a long, hard day for a 4-year-old. A 15-year-old's "long, hard day" involves the rigid social structure in his school followed by a few hours of annoying homework, but little else. My "long, hard day" involves working a possibly hectic, frazzling day at my job in order to come home to a few hours of annoying bills, but little else. A 70-year-old's "long, hard day" involves trying to get the regular chores done around the house despite probable aches and pains due to the limitations of the aging human body. Still, none of these compares with many of the atrocities and tragedies not only in this country, but especially in troubled regions of the world. I think the recent tsunami has reminded us of that. Even still, returning to my original thought, given the choice, I would choose the "long, hard day" that involves two-and-a-half hours of preschool over any of the others.