You see, my 3 year old will be starting preschool. To me this isn't just any 3 year old. This is my first born. My baby girl. My Princess Ninja. I know eyes are rolling and thoughts of "Oh brother" and "Get over it" are screaming through my computer screen.
I think to myself: Isn't this what you wanted? Now you're having second thoughts. After all, preschool isn't mandatory. She can be mama's little girl for another year.
After all the work it took to find the right preschool, I'm having mixed feelings. The Mister and I went through so much trouble trying to get her in. We had to search high and low to narrow down our list to a few schools. We chatted with parents to get their input. Then there were applications, application fees, interviews, and waiting lists. It was so stressful. On top of that, how do I even know it's the RIGHT preschool for HER?
I knew one day the big girl step of going to school would come. I realize this isn't even "real" school. It isn't even for the full-day. I really don't know why I'm hesitating about this.
I also realize this will be good for her. It'll allow her the opportunity to interact with kids her own age. To grow and learn. This will provide her with things I can't. She'll love it...I hope.
I know I'm being selfish, but can't I be selfish for one more year?