I didn't mean to procrastinate. Really, I didn't.
I just... I kind of forgot? Forgot this was his last fall before starting kindergarten? Forgot that as a parent, I am responsible for making these kinds of decisions? Forgot that there's no announcement letter that comes in the mail to remind you about stuff like this?
(Dear Mrs. Williamson,
Please enroll your son in preschool. Please also make your dog's next vet appointment and remember to change your air filter this month. Thank you for your cooperation.
The Coalition To Make Adulthood Better)
It was truly a shock. I had just forgotten that THIS was the time, that if we were going to do preschool, NOW was when we needed to decide. We had kind of been on the fence about it, I've been doing some preschool with him at home, I figured I could just continue that, preschool costs money, I'm in denial, etc, etc.
The deciding factor for us was realizing that the public elementary school in our neighborhood that Henry will most likely go to starts the day at 9:15am and ends at 3:45pm. That's no joke ya'll. That is a FULL SCHOOL DAY. There's no half-day option anymore, folks. Grow the heck up, five year old babies. The more we thought about it, the more we thought it would be kind to ease him into it a little bit.
The good news?
He was totally on board.
They're have been a few ups and downs for Henry (and me) but for the most part preschool has been great. It does feel like a very Big Boy venture for Henry (and me) but I think we made the right call. It's been a little emotional at some points for Henry (and me) but we're making it through together.
But Kindergarten? Next year? Well, I just don't know about that. I'm pretty sure I'm not going to let him get any bigger than he is right now.