This is the Village you know it takes to raise a child.
The year Little turned 2, I signed her up for the parent-toddler sessions on the suspicion that the post-partum fog would clear if I had a reason to get out of the house before noon. "This is perfectly developmentally normal--" Mrs. Lynelle, in full Fall Basic Girl regalia reassured me as we watched my kid methodically destroy her cinnamon spiced bobbing apples sensory bin, one disappointed Styrofoam mouthful at a time. "Hey, some of us are getting together to hang and make edible diy playdough, care to join?"
The year Little turned 3, we moved up to Mrs. Lizette's 2 day class. I am in awe of how Mrs. Lizette is able to end every other sentence with "My Friend" and genuinely mean it. Never mind that she just pried her Friend off the fence in the emotional bedlam of first time parent drop off or she just talked her Friend into rocking a pink velour track suit from the loaner clothes bureau so she could put the latest potty training mishap behind her.
The year Little turned 4, we graduated to Mrs. Shelley's 3 day class. By then we were looking forward to TCP traditions that would be impossible to organize alone and are equally impossible to fully catalog here-- rehoming outgrown toys and securing extra play clothes at the fall yard sale, school and family pictures that double as holiday greeting cards, holiday scooter parades, petting zoos (sometimes with baby zebras, sometimes roof-eating camels), fill the playground with snow days, take your dad to school night, take your mom to tea, Santa, Easter Bunny and Silly McGilly visits, special birthday songs and stories, tie-dye shirts, field trips, and craft projects galore.
This was also the year I came to appreciate that part of the magic of TCP is that you get back everything you are willing to put in. Sure, TCP isn't a fit for everyone, working a couple days in the classroom per month can be tricky to schedule, and not a possibility for every family. I flirted with some more convenient and corporate childcare drop off programs over the summer and to supplement TCP but found myself less at ease-- there was no opportunity to get to know the other kids and parents. There wasn't a chance to feel helpful using whatever special connections I have to solve a problem or make an experience even more epic. The art was all kinder readiness worksheets that came back in monochrome crayon with implausibly neat penmanship. But I digress. It is a comfort to know all her classmates and their parents by name. It is a relief to know that my kid can have a pet, sand, paint and glitter-abundant childhood without committing to caring for or cleaning it up at home.
This year, Little turns 5. We could send her to TK for 6 hours a day, but it isn't clear what she would be learning-- TCP's play-based preschool has created a fluent reader that is comfortable with 1st grade math concepts. Besides, I'm not sure we could persuade her to keep her shoes on for that long. So we'll be back for another year of TCP while homeschooling on the side. We're looking forward to catching up with our old friends and making some new ones.
Hopefully this gives you a sense for what you are in for. If you'd like to learn more, reach out to the parent volunteers who monitor the TCP website to set up a time to tour the campus. See you next fall! read more