Picking a pre-school was traumatic for Helen. I thought it would be fun for her to go see. Turns out she was traumatized because we had to leave each one. Poor girl really wants the socialization and to learn.
She loves it.
When we got to the pre-school the first day she tapped me on my shoulder as I was finding my purse in the car. She had undone her seat belt as soon as the car had stopped. I asked her "What, sweetie?" She replied, "I just need to give you a hug because I am going to preschool." When I got out of the car she said "Bye." I told her I had to go in and pay her teacher. Once inside she sat right down and started working. Too bad it was on someone else's paper at first. She had no problems about me leaving once it was time.
It is fun for me to see her at the end of class two times a week and to see all the stuff she is doing.