May 16, 2007
When we moved to Boston 8 years ago our real estate agent introduced to a nifty preschool in the area called the Red Barn. It literally is in a little red barn-style house.
One of the cool things about the Red Barn is that it is a parent co-op — it is run by a Board made up of parents, and the parents actually take turns being an assistant in the classroom.
We enrolled our oldest in the Red Barn that year, and have sent each of our kids all the way through since. It has been a big part of our family’s life here in Boston. We’ve done our share of “parent helping” over the years; my wife has served on the Board for the last 5 years and this year is President; and we’ve met some great friends (for some reason I can’t figure out, the Red Barn mom’s have tended to be a party-hard crowd; at a Halloween party this year one Red Barn mom actually showed up with a skull and spinal cord beer bong. And put it to work — WTF?)
In a couple weeks our youngest, Lucy, “graduates” from the Red Barn, and so last Friday I had my last time parent helping there. (Stay tuned for the pic of me on a tricycle).
It made me feel very nostalgic.
We will miss you Red Barn!