Today was the last day of preschool for the year. What a year it’s been. Not as emotional as I thought.
Marshal has come such a long way in the last 12 months. From a tiny shy 3 year old to a brave, amazingly smart, funny and caring 4 year old. He has had a wonderful year and I could not be happier with the school we chose for him. I’m proud of him for facing the fear of school and coming out the other end.
He has met some amazing friends. It’s so nice to see the delight on their faces when they see each other in the mornings. The rough and tumble ways boys greet each other, yet so caring. The little gang he has become part of.
And I’ve met some friends too which is nice. All the parents are lovely, and I’ve become close to a few. Play dates are already being arranged for the summer break.
We made the decision a few month ago to give Marshal another year of preschool. We felt Hh is not ready for ‘formal’ learning, he still lives in his little bubble of make believe. He is only 4. Too young for school. Another year of play will be great for him. Plus why rush these things? Childhood is way too short anyway. In the long run, I think it will benefit him.
Another year chasing chickens and playing in sandpits, who wouldn’t want that?
So I made the sandwiches for the class party this morning, packed the last morning tea, and hustled the boys into the car, late like normal. At least there’s five weeks of no morning stress of trying to put pants and shoes on wiggling boys.
Next year I get to do it 3 times a week….