Visiting a preschool

My oldest one went to visit her preschool last week. I think that I was more nervous than she was. Mainly I was anxious to see who would be in the same class with her. I had written down some names when we filled in the application. To my relief all four names were there in the list of her class. This preschool group would be the biggest one in the schools's history: 94 kids (born 2009). They had divided them into four classes.

My daughter is shy. The only way she agreed to join the other kids in her class when I took her to her kindergarten friends and asked her to hold her hand. She was the most familiar person to her since they see each other almost every day. She was  also the only one from her kindergarten group that was in the same class. Three other girls had been assigned to another class. The other kids that I had wished to be in the same class with her had been in a kids' club with her a year ago. We still saw once and a while. I know their families well and we are friends. But since my daughter doesn't see them often, she feels shy with them.

Anyways, everything seemed great. The only think that I wondered was that the class had 24 kids: 18 boys and 6 girls... That's quite a lot boys for a teacher. It is a good thing that there will be two adults in the class: a teacher and a school helper.

Next day I got this sms from my daughter's kindergarten friend's Mom where she told that she had switched her daughter to the class where the three other girls from the kindergarten group were. I felt...terrified... How about my daughter... How is she going to feel about this. The other mother suggested that I would also request if my daughter could change her group...

I felt confused... This was exactly the situation that I had not wanted to be in when I would need to be choosing friends for my child... At least, that is how I felt. I felt that the responsibility was too heavy... I knew that my daughter would feel more comfortable starting her preschool with the kids that she had played with this year. But on the other hand, the other kids that I had hoped to be in the same class represented the same values as our family. In ten years I would rather see my daughter hanging out with them. I prayed for wisdom. I had heard that these same groups would continue when the kids would go to school next year...

When I went to pick up our kids from the preschool, I felt nervous. How could I tell my daughter that her friend would not be in her class next fall... She had been so happy that at least she had been there from her kindergarten group... I told her. She looked angry at me and said: "Why not? She said!" A few seconds later she said, "okey," And after that she didn't mind the whole thing. I think that the reason was that none of those kindergarten girls are her "best friend". They are "just friends". Her best friend is her cousin. And if her cousin can't be there, it doesn't really matter. She will make new friends or re-bond with the old ones.

How often we Moms worry about our kids and make plans for them. Some times the responsibility feels heavy. We could just relax and enjoy the ride trusting that the matter are in God's hand.