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Why Our Family’s Preschool Break Came to a Close
As a stay-at-home mom, I have a soft spot for all things related to child care—almost as much as I adore chocolate cake. Let’s be real, it doesn’t even need to be educational. I love daycare, Mother’s Day Out, Pre-K, and nursery school alike. There’s something magical about being able to drop my kids off and take deep, uninterrupted breaths while they engage in play and learning under the watchful eyes of teachers.
While I could teach my kids the alphabet, I also have to juggle everyday tasks like keeping the family room tidy and ensuring everyone is dressed appropriately. Apparently, I’m one of those moms who can’t manage all of that without losing my sanity. Child care, in any shape or form, is essential for my mental well-being.
And let’s talk about teachers—they truly are like modern-day saints. These amazing individuals choose to educate our little ones, and they do it with such passion that I often feel the urge to hug them tightly while shouting, “Thank you for being my savior!” Because, honestly, they really are.
This year, I decided to enroll my two youngest kids in full-time preschool. I needed a break from the chaos that unfolded daily, like walking away for just a moment only to find my toddler applying all-purpose cleaner to her face as if it were a luxury moisturizer. Or discovering my oldest son using an entire banana to wash his hands. Let me not forget the 95 consecutive days of my preschooler pretending to be a cat and meowing at me while I attempted to eat breakfast—seriously, we don’t even have pets! The day my “cat-son” decided to use the backyard as his litter box was the day I knew it was time for school.
In the past, when I was a working mom with a child in daycare, I felt an overwhelming guilt. I would rush to pick him up after work, cherishing every precious moment we had together. If I had to stay late, I’d sit in my cubicle, consumed by sadness. After quitting my job and having two more children, I finally appreciated the gift that child care truly is.
I am that overwhelmed mom who always forgets picture day, never remembers to send in party favors, and constantly feels the pressure to do more for the teachers. If they weren’t around, I’d be stuck teaching math, and trust me, that’s a hard pass for me.
My daughter often looks like she survived a tornado, her hair a wild mess. I try my best, which isn’t always enough. Thankfully, her teachers sometimes send her home with adorable French-braided pigtails, which makes me feel like I have a village helping me out.
Preschool is where my children learn to use scissors properly, so they don’t attempt to give each other haircuts on my watch. They learn how to line up, sit quietly, and take turns like civilized little humans. They even pick up cute songs with hand motions! Occasionally, my 4-year-old even sings to me in English instead of cat language.
Preschool provides structure, seesaws, and messy art projects I don’t have to clean up. It gives us both time to miss each other, teaching them that Mommy always comes back—sometimes even a tad early. Those precious hours recharge me enough to engage in my daughter’s cat antics, which is essential because, let’s face it, motherhood can be exhausting.
Thank goodness for preschool, and of course, cake!
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In summary, my family’s preschool hiatus is over because I need the support and structure that preschool provides. It helps my children grow and learn, while also giving me a much-needed breather from the delightful chaos of motherhood.