In just one week Jack will be starting his "school" (ECFE) again. I have high hopes that this year will go a lot better than last year. I'll be putting Finn in the sibling care room (required for babies over 5 months), which will hopefully start the separation process with him and we won't have issues the way we had with Jack. Yeah, one can only wish. I am super excited for ECFE, I love love love it. Even though Jack was unbelievably awful last Fall and I couldn't separate from him for more than 5 minutes and he would NOT calm down, the teachers and other parents were so amazing with me. Always reassuring me I was doing the right thing. Remember, I was 7 months pregnant when we started and Finn was born before the end of the class, so he got to meet everyone too. And my dad was living with us, my brother and mom were in Colorado. I think it's safe to say I was a hot mess, and Jack I'm sure was feeling it too. Anyway - I can't remember what day I ended up getting for us this year - I think it is either a Tuesday or Wednesday morning. Then we have Jack's swimming lessons still ever Saturday morning. It's crazy to think that next year at this time I will be sending Jack to preschool probably two days a week. Well that's assuming I can potty train him, HA. In my ECFE brochure this month, there was this poem and I thought I'd share it. It just reminds me that my days at home with my little guys are limited, they won't be home forever. Maybe some day I'll get back out into the corporate world, doubtful - but maybe. Right now, I'm going to be at home with them and do my best to love every single minute of it.
A Touch of Love
You were six months old, and full of fun.
With a blink of an eye, you were suddenly one.
There were so many things we were going to do,
But I turned my head and you were two.
At two you were very dependent on me.
But independence took over when you turned three.
Your third birthday, another year I tried to ignore.
But I when I lit the candles, there weren't three, but four.
Four was the year that you really strived.
Why look at now, you're already five.
Now you are ready for books and for the rules,
This is the year that you go to school.
The big day came, you were anxious to go.
We walked to the bus, going oh so slow.
As you climbed aboard and waved goodbye,
I felt a lump in my throat and tears stung my eyes.
Time goes so fast; it's hard to believe
That just yesterday you were home here with me.
And tomorrow when the bus brings you home and you jump to the ground,
You'll be wearing your cap and graduation gown.
So I'm holding to these moments as hard as I can,
Because the next time I look, I'll be seeing a man.
-Cindy Zelinski