When we took Monkey out of daycare in January, we knew it was a good thing.
Hubster had finished up his dental school prerequisites and with only DAT study left to do, it meant that he would be able to be home with Bug and Monkey full time.
Daycare had been a regular part of our lives for several years now.
At first, my parents watched Bug when when I returned to school when he was only 6 weeks old. A few months later, when my parents moved, Hubster's sister watched Bug during the rest of my undergraduate career and my first year of medical school. When she had a baby, and was no longer able to, we found another family friend to watch him.
And then we had Monkey.
It's one thing to ask friends and family to babysit (full time no less) when you have one child. Two kids? Now that's another thing entirely.
We also found ourselves needing to live closer to school, which made any individual we trusted with our children at least 30 minutes away. Too far to drive on a daily basis.
So we enrolled the boys in daycare.
I wasn't there the first day they were dropped off. I was away on my internal medicine clerkship of medical school. I didn't have to undergo what Hubster went through. He still describes it as one of the hardest days of parenting so far...to leave your child at daycare for the first time.
Fast forward three years, and the thought of being done with daycare (at least for now) made us all want to dance with joy.
Everyone, it turns out, except for Monkey.
Daycare (or "school" as we call it) had become such a regular part of our lives that for Monkey, it was perfectly normal.
After he stopped going, he was sad for days. He missed his friends, he missed his teachers, he missed the games and activities and crafts.
I like to think of this as a good thing. It means that we had a great care center (which we absolutely did...best in our city!). And it also means that we've been successful in not transferring all the guilt we had about daycare to our children.
It's several months later, and Monkey still talks about missing school.
So we've decided to enroll him in preschool this fall. He will get social interaction, activities, and academics.
(And Hubster will get 2 half days a week to himself. For home improvement or study. Or golf, if we're being completely honest.)
Thanks to the recommendation of a friend, we decided to check out a preschool on the outside of town.
They had a spot.
And more importantly, we love it! The place is on a small farm, and it's amazing. I fell in love with the place just walking through the front door of the farmhouse that is the school.
Monkey is already talking about how excited he is to go there.
It feels good to be doing something because it is the right thing for our children, and not just a matter of convenience.
And now, I'm excited for school to start too!