Pleasant in Pleasantville
A little over two years ago , we decided to move from the home where I was raised and where we raised our son for almost 5 years. Nicholas was getting ready to enter Kindergarten and Yonkers at the time didn’t offer a full day program. Being a #fulltimeworkingmomwhodoesitall this was not an option for us. My mom at the time was living in Pleasantville with my sister and while she visited weekly for 3 days at a time, she was not prepared nor did we have the room for her to be with us full-time. Nicholas had been in a private pre-school 5 full days since he was two years old so having him in school for 2.5 hours a day would have been a tremendous change for him. We began our search for a new home in a a town that offered full day kindergarten and was considered an excellent school district. Our search ended when we found our Pleasant home in Pleasantville!
When I tell people I meet that we live in Pleasantville the first thing that is said ninety percent of the time “is it really Pleasant in Pleasantville” . YES it is, Pleasantville is a small town my son’s now second grade class has 113 children broken up into 5 classes. We are more than happy with the school district, the love and support we got from his principal and his Kindergarten teacher when my mom suddenly passed as he was about to start first grade was something we will never forget.
There are no school buses as everyone within the school district is considered in a 1 mile walking distance to all three schools. While at times I am concerned with it being such a “small town” we have made other concessions to ensure our son has friends outside of the district, wether it is his best buddy who lives on Long Island, friends who are like family scattered throughout NY, pre-school friendships we have maintained or not sending him to town camp where he can have tons of fun yet still have playdates with his school mates. He has also made some incredible friendships as have my husband and I .
What prompted me to write this post was recently my son got sick with a horrible virus, the support we received from our friends, wether it was dropping off a slurpee, bringing him ice cream , cooking us dinner or just calling and texting to see if we needed anything. As I sat and wished I had a magic wand knowing that it could have been worse and wishing I could stop the discomfort he was in I thought to myself life is really pleasant in pleasantville.
Me being me I didn’t write the post and the following week we had our Mountain Road block party, being on the go all the time we rarely have time to interact with all our neighbors. It was a wonderful day, friends visited us from Long Island for the party and commented on how nice it was to see everyone pitch in to make it a huge success and I promptly said that’s because it’s Pleasant in Pleasantville.
Today while I was sitting on my porch following up on emails received from last week’s Blogger Bash #bbnyc a neighborhood boy walked onto my porch holding a WWE Encyclopedia . This young man who is 13 said he was cleaning up his room and knew Nicholas was very much into the WWE and thought he might like to have it. I talked to Andrew a bit about his recent trip to Hershey, about his favorite ride and which chocolate he enjoyed the most. He was so polite and a pleasure to speak with. When he left our porch , I sat down cried, and thought we did make the right choice moving here Life is Pleasant in Pleasantville!