I have been raising children for the privileged classes for too long.
We enrolled Felix in the local preschool program. The soft start date was the week after Labor Day.
All summer I have been waiting for the Packet. Every other child I’ve sent off to preschool has gotten the Packet. A handbook, a parent directory, 42 pages of mission statements, disclosures, policies, carpool procedures, sample snack menus, curriculum breakdowns, teacher biographies, the Silmarillion, and instructions for the automatic door of your shiny new minivan.
It occurred to me yesterday, as August rolled in, that I had no real idea about any of the preschool details.
Where in Hades was my Packet?!
And then, this morning, in the mail: a slim envelope addressed To the Parents of…
Four simple pieces of info: start date, parent orientation date/time, child’s orientation date/time, early drop off/late pick up information session date/time.
I think public preschool and I are going to get along just fine.