It can’t be possible.
Just yesterday I was encouraging him to walk.
Wasn’t it last week that he was smearing a peanut butter sandwich in his baby soft ringlet-filled hair?
But it is… and I have to.
Today, this afternoon, in about three hours I’m registering my kid for kindergarten.
I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST TYPED THAT OUT. I still haven’t been able to say it aloud. That makes it real, right? It becomes a thing if I verbalize it, right? (And we all know what happens when it becomes a real, live thing, right? I cry. I cry a lot!)
In addition to not feeling like it is possible that my little guy is growing up, I also have conflicted thoughts. Is he ready for this? I’m a planner (shocking I know) and in my head he was going to be in preschool another year.
That was the plan. Well it wasn’t always the plan…
The original plan was for him to start preschool at 3 (he started nine days after his third birthday actually) and to go two years, the first just a few days a week and the second on a more fulltime basis to prepare him for Kindergarten.
It was all planned out in my own head. But then the outside world weighed in.
“Oh, you can’t start him in school this young!” “Boys need more time to mature before starting school.” “You’re setting him up for failure!” “Let him have more time to just be a kid and play; there’s plenty of time for school.” “He’ll never be ready for kindergarten that young!”
Shhhhhewwwwww….. (that’s the sound of the wind releasing from my sails.)
So, I did some Googling (I know, it’s a terrible idea) and found all kinds of articles to support the idea that boys who are a “young 5” struggle with the adjustment and are better off being “held back” a year. Miles’ July 20 birthday puts him just 11 days before the cut off.
I was convinced. He CAN’T possibly be ready for Kindergarten. The new plan was hatched.
Fast forward nearly two years… I stop by the office at my son’s preschool asking about registering him for next year.
“Won’t he be 5 by the cutoff?” the secretary asks me.
“Yes, but we’re choosing for him to stay in preschool an extra year,” I respond plainly… doesn’t she get that that’s the plan? It’s already been established.
“You can’t do that. It’s not an option.”
CRASH. SLAM. BOOM.
There goes my plan.
Several panicked phone calls, some more Googling and a few tears. I learn she’s right. We could choose to enroll Miles in private preschool but if we want him to stay in the public school system he will be starting kindergarten this year. GASP.
I once again opened myself up to advice and insight. Some of the same folks who two years ago thought it would be a terrible idea gave me encouraging thoughts. They knew Miles and said he was ready. His current preschool teacher was supportive, other family and friends calmed my fears as well.
And guess what, the good ol’ Google found me several articles supporting the fact that my kiddo actually will survive. And maybe, just maybe, mom will too.
So… moral of the story, heck I don’t know. I’m too worried about registering for Kindergarten to make any sense today!