Well, that last post was depressing and vague, wasn't it?
On to our regularly scheduled mommy programming.
Bub started a class today that is essentially a "preschool practice" class. I've taken in some eye rolls in regards to this class, but really it's just play and stories and songs and crafts and what could be wrong with that? We've had a bit of a television obsession in this house lately, so I've been desperate for some structured class to keep us busy. My good friend also signed up for the class, but her son is on the other side of the "two and a half" cut off, so he's in the later class.
I kept my eyes open for a friendly face, but it appeared that people had signed up for the class with one of two attitudes, 1) I will spend the length of the class chatting with my friend who signed up for the class with me, or 2)Please, oh please, do not talk to me.
So, I spent the entire class, focused on my kid. Which, I know is the point, and I'm not suggesting that it was a bad thing at all, just that it was odd to stand in a room full of adults, observing their children and not interacting, save those who came with friends (and arranged a snack schedule among themselves ahead of time.)
All of this is to lead in to say that it was awesome. Not that I don't get to spend all day watching my kid do whatever is that he's doing, but to watch him explore new things and play well with others and actually share, well it warmed my heart it all I can say. I realize, that now that I've said all of that, I'm gearing up for a massive meltdown of epic proportions next week, but I'll take it.
I'm not saying any of this in a "my kid is superior" kind of way, only to note that I don't take enough time to appreciate the cool kid that he is and it's high time I started making mental notes of all of the cool things that he does. Before I know it, he'll be in real preschool, then we're moments away from college and it's all going just too, too fast.