Choosing a preschool can be a daunting process. We all as parents want to send our kids to a high caliber school or at the least, one that is safe and nurturing. When we drop our kids off at preschool, we are entrusting that school with our children and assume they are being well taken care of. We don’t want to be at work worrying if our child is ok. Thankfully, a lot of preschools do provide that kind of environment but we, unfortunately, ran in to two exceptions.
The first preschool my husband and I had our son in was not our first choice (There was a waiting list for our first choice), but the staff seemed friendly, the kids happy, and the schedule was convenient. The first month went ok, our son seemed happy and never complained or cried about going to school. After about the third month, our son was starting to behave differently and say things like, “I hate this family,” or telling his dad, “I’m going to kick you in the stomach.” Needless to say, we were horrified and asked him where he got all this talk from and he said, “Logan.” We asked, “Who is Logan?” He replied, “A kid at my school, he hits me in the stomach.” We called the school the next day and told the director how our son was behaving lately and his statements regarding this Logan. The director replied, “Oh, Logan? We’ve seen him push __ (our son).” She stated our son isn’t the only one who gets picked on by Logan. I asked her why we were not notified and she replied, “We didn’t think it was a big deal.” I was furious and told her we don’t trust our son in their care anymore. That was the end of that.
Thankfully, the school we were on the waiting list for had an opening. We were thrilled.When he started school there, we realized why there was a waiting list. The staff were all super energetic and bubbly, they looked like they loved kids and loved their job. The play area was amazing with plenty of stimulating things to do. The kids were always under close supervision. The class schedule was very organized, the teachers were highly trained all with college degrees in child education of some sort. It was an amazing place. We felt relieved to finally have him in a place we felt comfortable with.
Unfortunately, he was only able to attend a few short months before we ended up moving to a different area of town too far away for him to stay at that school. We researched around 5five different schools and chose one that had experienced teachers and a small class size. They also had great reviews. His first day of school there was the Monday after we had moved. I was at work that evening still when I got a call from my husband who had picked him up. Our son was screaming in the background. He said our son fell on his arm in the classroom and it was really hurting him. By the screams I heard in the background, I knew that there was something really serious. I told my husband to take him to the ER. I left work early and met them there. Sure enough, the doctor said it was broken and that he would need surgery. They admitted him to the children’s hospital that night and he had surgery the next morning. The whole experience was traumatic for all of us. We couldn’t bear to see our son in so much pain. Thankfully, the surgery went ok, my son had a cast that he has to wear for 3 weeks. We went home exhausted to our house full of unpacked boxes.
We were very upset with the preschool. My husband said the director told him that he was dancing and tripped on his feet and landed into a shelf. My first question was, ‘Why would they have the kids goofing around anywhere near furniture or something they could get hurt on?’ Our son’s story was different. He said he was chasing a boy in a circle as fast as he could, the boy tripped and then our son tripped over him and he “hit something hard.” When we called the preschool director later that week and expressed our feelings, she was very defensive and basically saying it was our son’s fault and that they had never had anything like this happen before their 20 years of operation. She did say she was sorry it happened, but did not take any responsibility and it was too little too late anyway as far as we were concerned.
We are now back to the drawing board. Why does a simple thing such as preschool have to be so hard? We have adjusted our life so that our son stays home until we find the right place for him. Until then, I digress.