I would love to know where the last 4 years or so of my life went. Seriously, wasn't it just yesterday that I was pregnant? My little one was still little not too long ago. Now, he's going on 5 and registering for school.
We went this morning to register. We saw the school (the same one hubby went to way back when), did the speech screening, met with the nurse, and completed the kindergarten assessment.
For the last 4 years, I've had a spunky, non-stop talking little rugrat. But, after walking into the building today, he morphed into a shy, quiet, face-hiding little man. He was overwhelmed by all the new people and activity, nervous about the questions.
The Gibbon will be a young 5 when he starts kindergarten. The staff we met today were a little to quick to jump on the fact that he would still be young. I, however, stood my ground, that he was ready for school. It doesn't help their case when I started school at the age of 4.
They also said he seems to have issues with small motor skills. Nothing serious-borderline. I hate that term-borderline. Borderline what? He had trouble holding the scissors to cut, and only wrote the first letter of his name. These, however, are things he does at home with little issue. I think it was the nerves.
During the meeting with the nurse, we discussed his peanut allergy. They mentioned wanting to set up a "peanut-free" table. I get that it's safer, but his reactions only happen if nuts are ingested, and he is very careful. I feel like my baby is going to be segregated from the other kids. They did say that he could have a few friends sit with him though, if they had nut-free lunches, and that it seems that the "peanut-free" table in other schools within the district has actually become the popular place to be. My mom, who teaches in the district, says the same things.
Change always seems to bring new fears. I worry if my son will make friends and be accepted, that he'll know what's required when he starts, and that he won't end up being segregated. I love my baby, and I just want what's best for him. It's hard not to worry.