Since the Mini has started Pre-K this fall, I can’t even describe it. Amazement, and wonder. He’s changed so much you guys. He’s been going to school with the same particular group of kids since he was two, save for a couple of new kids this year (his class is the only one in the whole group of Y preschools that does Pre-K). He goes five days a week, for five hours a day. When I first signed him up, I was very hesitant. I didn’t think he was ready. He was beyond ready. He was so bored. It was me: I wasn’t ready.
Being that it’s a Pre-K class with four and five-year-olds, there are obviously higher expectations placed on the kids. There’s more routine. There’s rules and consequences that are more strictly enforced. They are encouraged to participate in group activities (his last two years, it wasn’t a big deal. Nursery school is more about playing, and socializing). There are two teachers for 17 kids, and they do a fantastic job. They have a red, yellow, green light system. And at the end of the week, if you’ve stayed on green, you’re a part of a the green light club. There’s no incentive, other than to behave. He’s been consecutively in the green light club all year.
But the socialization. This is the best part of this year. Dudes, seriously, he tells me about his day. Him: Mom, I was playing on the playground with H and G and we were playing Transformers. Me: Were you Bumblebee? Him: *rolling eyes* NO, MOM, I was Optimus Prime, because he’s the good guy (LIKE, DUH, YOU ASSHOLE). A few weeks ago, we were at a birthday party, and I watched him play with his friend. Actual conversational volleys and pretend play. And I watched proudly, because if you would have said to me two years ago, “it’ll get better, I promise,” I never would have believed you.
And while I can’t make the same promise to someone else, I can say, just wait and see, because it CAN get so much better.