We're changing the J-man's school this fall, did I tell you that? I lose track, you know. It's a weird situation, because in our county (and even the private schools follow the county rules), to start kindergarten, you must turn 5 by September 1st. J turns 5 September 16th; therefore, he does not qualify for kindergarten this year. This is probably for the best, considering that he is behind in pre-reading skills, has the AD/HD thing going for him, and frankly, he's a boy. He could use the extra year before being pushed ahead. So we expected he would spend an extra year in four-year-old preschool this year and that was great. That's what most kids in his predicament do. We love his current school and we love the teacher he would have next year, and it was all good things.
And then we started seeing this developmental pediatrician. He's been a miracle worker so far, you know, and hasn't led us astray yet, so we certainly can't complain. And one of the things that he recommended was that we consider moving the J-man this coming fall into a "transitional kindergarten" program nearby. The particular program that he was recommending is very good with working with children with special needs and especially children with Julian's profile. They are actually better in terms of my commute (slightly). They have an amazing facility, a fantastic teacher, and have been working with our developmental pediatrician for ten years, so they already have a system established to handle the J-man's special needs. It's perfect, right?
It's still not easy, you know? It was a very difficult decision to make. Just as we'd decided to make the change, we found out who J's teacher would be at his old school next year and that made it a heart-wrenching choice to make, because she would be AMAZING with J - and a known commodity. Changing schools also means it will be the fourth school in four years. On the other hand, changing schools has never bothered J before, so why should it now? Change really bothers ME, but it's never seemed to bother HIM.
After weeks of deliberation, we finally decided that we have this developmental pediatrician on our team for a reason: he is an expert. He is here to guide us, to inform us, to teach us, and to help us. He has not led us astray yet. He has given us incredible referrals so far. He is accessible. He is sensitive to our needs. He has never marginalized our emotions or our experiences. But he has also been there himself, as a parent and as a professional. So the best thing we can do is trust in him. Not blindly, of course, but trust is important.
And so, we are changing schools. And when I told his old school we weren't coming back - well, they didn't take the news well, let's just put it that way. I know we're making the right decision, at least I hope we are, but I'm still broken up about it. But J? The J-man is NOT. "When am I starting at my new school? Do I get to go there today?" he asks me every morning. He is so excited, he can hardly wait.
My little tiny boy? That baby boy that came to us at just 13 months old? Golly - he's starting KINDERGARTEN next week. *sniff* Can you believe it?