Last spring, we had the worst time finding a preschol for Luke. We needed one with before and after school care to fit with our schedules and that was surprisingly difficult and frustrating. Finally, a friend recommended one with before school care that began at 6:30. And bonus? I drive right past it on my way to work.
Although I know Luke would've been fine without preschool, I knew that it would be good for him. And it has been so good. I love his school. I pick him up and he's bursting to tell me everything that he did. I get to dig through his backpack and see his papers from that day, then we go to pick up Tommy.
The unexpected joy in all this, though, has been the gain of a carpool buddy. I'm new to this. Shane has always been in charge of drop off. I do pick up most nights, but the sitter lives only eight houses away from us--truthfully, in the time that it takes me to buckle them into their car seats, we could've walked home.
On the days that he goes to preschool, we talk about everything. What he's going to do that day. What he hopes to do that day. Whether he thinks recess will be inside or outside. He tells me about his friends at school and his teachers and what someone brought for snacktime. We talk about how pretty the sunrise is. On the way home, he tells me he's hungry and sometimes we stop and pick out a snack at the gas station. Last week, beef jerky was buy one get one free. These are the things I missed out on when I only drove myself to and from work. Sure, my carpool buddy never offers to drive or pay for gas, but I wouldn't trade him for anything in the world.