I made the best decision ever when I put my daughter in early preschool. My slightly unruly yet still adorable kid was having trouble in different social situations.

Her current state of being an only child put her in a limbo – seeing kids she wanted so desperately to play with, but having those kids run away from her was painful for both of us. Sometimes it was because she didn’t know how to play. Others just because they didn’t know her. She didn’t know how to share everything, only what grown ups made her do. She wasn’t prepared for the rejection of kids not wanting to play with her, so it would result in heartbreaking tears. She was a smart, funny kid that couldn’t reach her potential.

We enrolled her in an early preschool program and I cannot express enough the world of change I saw in my kid! She was now forced into those social situations twice a week, surrounded by 2-3 loving adults to help them work through their problems with confidence. My beautiful, silly, crazy girl now shares, respects rules (when given reasons to help her understand), and knows how to better handle the unfortunate rejection situations.

On top of it all, that big, gorgeous brain in her head has been amplified! She will count something and then show me the number that corresponds with the total. She points out letters and can write her name. She’s 3! It’s amazing!

This sounds like a lot of bragging, and though it partially is, please know I don’t think my daughter is any better than the rest of the kids we know. Every kid brings something to the table, and I’m mostly just impressed with the human mind and it’s ability to adapt in general. Even specifically her class was full of brilliant little pipsqueaks that I’m sure made a lot of parents as proud as I am!

Now that preschool is over for the year, I don’t want her to lose what she’s learned. We have friends with kids and others that will be having babies soon to keep the sharing and social aspects in tact, but I needed something to exercise her brain. It needed to be fun for both of us, we can get bored pretty easy. It dawned on me at my grandparents house yesterday.

I’ve been drawing E coloring pages while I’m at work. I’m no Picasso, but I can draw a mean teapot. So I set to work thinking of three letter words that had something I could draw. Then I put three lines below the picture, one for each letter. Below each line I gave her two letters to pick from, one was right and one was wrong. It comes out looking something like this:

The bat was my grandmas favorite.

So we would then sound out the word, then name and sound out each letter. She had to pick and circle the right letter, then write it on the line above. She took to it so well! She made me draw six more while we were there, and more while I was at work later. She even woke up this morning and wanted to do some more right away.
Of course she ran into trouble every now and then, but ultimately breezed through them!

I ended up making number ones for her too, which were apparently too easy. She loved them, but they were done with in hardly a minute.

She has such a big, beautiful mind! I have to go. She’s asking to do more!