After months and months of weighing pros and cons, making plans, scratching plans, making different plans, and eventually just telling myself that I would figure it out eventually, I’ve come to a decision: I’m not sending Simon to pre-k. I can’t even tell you how silly and how important this all feels. It is so silly. But it’s really important, too. It’s silly that pre-k is so competitive to get into here. It’s silly that people get so wound up about it. It’s silly that I’ve been worrying about it for so long. And then it isn’t. Because nearly all of Simon’s friends will be in pre-k. And because he will be suddenly going to school for 6 hours a day when he starts kindergarten.
Pre-k applications became available just this week. Before Monday, I had told myself more than once that I wanted a half-day program for him. I wanted it to be within walking distance. I wanted to feel good about the school. And then I would consider it. On Monday, I looked at the offerings: 1 half day program in our district, another that is closer, but still way out of walking range. I went over the list again and again and again and thought, Maybe a full day wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe I should just apply to a few and if he doesn’t like it, if it doesn’t work, I’ll pull him out. It’s not mandatory. But then I realized that I didn’t want to even check out any schools. I had no desire to schedule tours and walk through schools. None. And it was decided. I was too lazy, and that was that. Simon’s not going to pre-k.
Next year we’ll go to all the museums we can. We’ll play Hungry Hungry Hippos until I get so tired of it that I clandestinely throw it on the trash. He will teach Oliver to talk, and maybe to read and write his name and tell time, and maybe even do long division. He’ll play with his friends here and there. I’ll try to enjoy my time with him, and prep him as best I can to go to kindergarten. But really, we’re just going to have a lot of fun. Because really, it’s no big deal. Really.