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Isaac’s preschool had a Halloween Parade. All the kids came to school dressed up.

The cuteness was overwhelming!

Isaac dressed up as Dash from the Incredibles. Again, the cuteness overflows my heart!

Ms. Donna (his teacher) dressed up as a queen and marched the kids outside and around the park at their school beating a drum.

Seriously, it doesn’t get any cutier than 24 little three year olds all dressed up, huge smiles on their faces, waving to all their adorning parents shouting “Happy Halloween”

They stopped momentarily to pose for their fans before finishing the route.

Isaac was at the front of the marching line the whole time; right behind Ms. Donna with these other boys Stitch (from the movie Lilo and Stitch, the zookeeper, the garbage man, and the frog. What great friends to have!

We love Isaac’s preschool!

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I do not like my son being in preschool. Well, it’s not that I don’t like HIM being in preschool I don’t like ME being a preschool mom. I feel as if this role has been thrown on me without warning and without a clear understand of the rules. My baby is growing up and I am not prepared to be a parent of a school age kid.

I was sitting in my first preschool parent meeting the other day having hot flashes. Sweat was rolling down my face as the director and the teachers spoke about our responsibilities, our commitment, and most of all our fundraising abilities. Did you know that you had to do fundraisers in preschool? I sure didn’t! I received a two pages worth of activities to participate in; the first of course was going door to door to get donations for the Trek-a-Thon in three weeks. Seriously! This couldn’t have been pushed back a few months until I got my feet wet?

I almost raised my hand to excuse myself from the meeting. I must be in the wrong room. I am not responsible enough for this. This is somewhere my mom should be, not me. I am too young to have a kid in preschool. Someone ten years old should be here, didn’t I just turn twenty five? Oh wait….I’m thirty one. Oh crap! How did that happen?!?!

This all just feels so wrong. So very, very wrong!

Any advice or tips would be greatly appreciated to help me avoid a nervous breakdown.

Sending my boy to preschool is the strangest thing. In the past two days he has suddenly grown bigger, stronger, he is smarter, more grown up, and more independent. Literally in the past two days. How did this happen? Does this happen to all kids as they start preschool? Or am I just now noticing?

He is my baby, my first born. What is he doing going to school and leaving me two days a week for almost three hours at a time? What makes matters worse is he is totally ready for school, completely ready to leave me, and probably would be fine leaving me for more days and longer hours if I let him.

Does he cry when I drop him off? Nope! Does he miss me? Nope! Is he so relieved to see me when I pick him up? Big nope!

I guess I should be happy he is so independent and self assured. But I’m not. I’m so sad and it’s such a strange feeling in my heart to see him so big and so old. I hate it! It’s too soon, too fast!

Strangely I never thought I would be feeling this way. I am not a super sentimental person and I thought I would be happy he was ready for school. Boy was I wrong!

Here’s my boy as a baby and here he is going to preschool.

WHAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Make him stop! Make him stop!