I’ve been feeling down lately. D day arrived last week and despite doing tons of research I was unprepared.
The day after Labor Day is the most stressful day for a New York parent. It’s the day when you have to sit at your computer pushing the refresh button and obsessively calling schools to try and get an application for the the coming year. All the applications are usually gone by 10am and if you don’t get one you are outta luck.
Then you have to fill out 10 page applications about everything from what your 1 1/2 year old’s interests are and if you had a normal pregnancy. After that a play date is scheduled where your child’s behavior around other kids is observed and then a family interview. It’s more strenuous then most colleges. In fact, it is harder to get into a preschool in New York City than Harvard.
I am saying this because when I complain about the situation to most people they think I am being dramatic. I am not. There are too many kids in NYC and not enough schools to go around.
The day after Labor Day I was in denial. I knew if I wanted an application for certain schools I would have to wake up at 6am and start calling like a crazy woman. But I didn’t. Then at 10am I freaked out and started calling around but the schools didn’t have any more applications. Except for 2. Luckily, these 2 were at the top of my list. I told myself it was ok because any school that requires you to wake up at 6am is not my style.
But then I wondered why did I not do what I knew I had to do. Looking back I think it is because I am not ready for my kid to be judged. All kids deserve to go to an awesome school but the truth is there are only so many spots. How do the teachers decide? I know Princess A is the best but on the day she is interviewed will she be in a good mood or teething?
My other issue is if she doesn’t get in or she does and we can’t afford the tuition am I putting her at a disadvantage before her second birthday?
Logically, I know the answers and the majority of the people I look up to did not go to expensive Manhattan private schools. But I can’t help but want “the best” for my kid. I just keep telling myself that the best is different for every kid. And sometimes not having “the best” makes your journey better.
The above collage is of women that inspire me who did not go to a Manhattan preschool 🙂
Janitor at Mommy Blog PoopPeePuke.com
Lover of Funny at The World New York Comedy Club