Whenever I attend any preschool function I seem to always feel like I really just don’t belong. I try to. I go in and talk to the other mothers about why we are/aren’t getting the swine flu vaccine for our kids, which kid has the peanut allergy, and what kinds of things we make for dinner that our kids will eat. Oh wait, don’t include me in on that last one. But just when I think I’m getting the hang of being a preschool mother I find myself doing things like only paying attention to my own kid and only cleaning up after her (instead of doing that whole group effort thing).
But if I thought for a moment that the worst was behind me, I was dead wrong and it became very clear to me when Dan and I walked into a very tiny classroom to see the 3-year old Thanksgiving production…with 3 classes! Imagine somewhere around 40 3-year olds, and ALL of their parents and grandparents trying to get a small glimpse of their own child at the front of the room. The real show was if you looked at the crowd of parents. I’m surprised there wasn’t a brawl.
Once the program was over we headed across the hall to a room that was slightly bigger for the kids to eat their Thanksgiving Feast. We gave our thanks when it was finally time to go. We are not big fans of a room full of lots of screaming children.
