Sadly, my daughter Hurricane Hadley’s first year of preschool is drawing to a close. I have been reflecting lately upon just how well my little social butterfly has survived and how this mama has thrived with the extra break.
I realize not everyone shares my opinion. Last summer, our community had a big ol’ garage sale. My husband Jamie and I stopped at a house a few blocks away and struck up a casual conversation with the home owners. It took only a few seconds for me to realize I was talking to The Urban Legend of our neighborhood. Err…or I guess that would be Suburban Legend.
Rumors have circulated for a few years that this woman sent her child off to college and decided whilst in her 40s to start from scratch and get pregnant…20 years after the first. And she was rewarded with not one but twin girls Hadley’s exact same age.
Well, I was ecstatic to meet The Legend! We immediately hit it off and talked of future playdates. Jamie asked if she was sending them to our local elementary school and she responded affirmatively. I then asked if they were going to preschool.
“Yes, they’re going to ________.”
“Oh great! That is where Hadley is going in the fall!”
“Well, admittedly I am pretty reluctant to send them. I just don’t think I can bear to be without them. You know what I’m talking about?”
I thought of my “How Many Days Until Hadley is in Preschool Countdown Chart.” And my mental spreadsheet detailing what Bode and I would do with six tranquil hours every single week without the Hurricane.
“Yes, I know exactly what you mean.”
Later in the car, I relayed our conversation to Jamie. Dubiously, he looked at me and eloquently assessed the situation:
“Those are not our kind of people, Amber.”
Hear, hear. 
I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 