Preschool practice week
Both Bun Bun and Bunlet (but not Bunter–they don’t take fetuses) are starting preschool next week. This week we’ve been getting them ready for a leaving-the-house-at-8:30 routine. We’ve also been reading books in which various anthropomorphized animals start preschool, because the babies were expressing some anxiety about the whole thing. I’m a little worried, said Bunlet. Bun Bun objected strongly to the part where Daddy was going to leave. The books seem to have helped, and today as part of the practice Mr. Bunny loaded them in the car and drove them past the school. He reports that they said they were excited. That’s good progress.
Now I think I’m the only one who’s worried. When I did my last bits of writing about preschool, one of my fears was letting my children go out into the world. I am feeling it now. I am afraid that other kids will be mean to them, or that labels of various kinds will be attached to them, and all of that stuff, but I guess I’m mostly afraid that they will change. What if Bun Bun no longer loves bunnies best once she meets kids who prefer other animals? What if Bunlet gets all aggressive and starts making gun noises? What if they both come home wanting to be disney princesses once they interact with kids who watch TV? I guess it’s one part loving them just as they are and being so aware of how totally special and precious they are…and one part wanting to control every fucking aspect of their lives in terms of what they’re exposed to and what they think and believe.
There are lots of books for kids, but I think I need one. It should have very good artwork because I fucking hate children’s books with shitty artwork. Particularly the kind with verse that doesn’t scan AND terrible fake “I was drawn by a child but not actually” art. Anyway, it should reassure some anthropomorphized mama animal that her babies will change, and they will grow, and that learning to let them be who they are is a big part of a mama animal’s job. And that they will continue to value (at least some of) the things she values, and, most important, that they will still love her at the end of the day.