A few weeks ago, I wrote about my preschool dropout, Ryan. The comments telling me not to worry, were so appreciated, but we felt like we still needed to explore the option.
I suppose I am the one mother who didn’t get the memo that you cannot wait until back-to-school time to register your child for preschool. Our school district has about six preschools in some of the elementary schools, and I assumed I could register Ryan at the one in the town we are hoping to move to. WRONG.
When I called, the lady was very nice, but laughed. She said I had to register for preschool back in January. What? I can’t even plan ahead to next week, let alone eight months ahead of time. She told me they were completely filled, but they would put Ryan on a waiting list.
I tried the other schools, and it was the same story. One school that did have an opening, would have been in the farthest possible location from where we live now, and if we move. The days they had open also did not work with our schedule. Since I work two days a week, it was going to be tricky at best, to find something that worked.
So, I resigned myself that Ryan was a preschool dropout, and I was going to homeschool him for preschool. We have been working on his name, numbers, letters, shapes, and colors anyway. Recently, he is starting to pick out a few words out of books that he recognizes, so I thought we were on the right track.
The director at the farm program where Ryan went last year e-mailed me as well and said she had a few afternoon openings, so I signed him up for some sessions, just so he could be around other kids, and get the experience of being in a class.
But it was still bothering us. Neither Joe or I, are teachers. We were worried that we would be missing something. What if we brought him to kindergarten next year, and he was the only kid that couldn’t do X, because we didn’t enroll him in preschool? But our options were severely limited.
Ryan’s wonderful grandmother (Joe’s mom) came to the rescue. She told us about a center in town that caters to children with special needs. She informed us that they have a preschool, where they combine special need kids and non-special needs kids in the classes. She said it had a great reputation.
Right off the bat, I loved the idea of that type of environment for Ryan. I think he is at the perfect age to start learning about differences and in turn, learning tolerance and empathy. I looked up the website, and was thrilled to see they were advertising at the top of their page, that they still had openings for non-special needs kids in his age group. I read about the program, and became even more impressed.
We called the school the next day, took a tour, and even though they normally request that the four-year olds attend school four days a week, they said they would still love to have Ryan come for two days a week. Because of my work schedule, there is no way I could bring him four days a week, but with some help from Ryan’s grandparents we will be able to do the two days a week.
The school was amazing. All the teachers have bachelor degrees and or masters in early childhood education. All the assistants at a minimum, have certificates in early childhood education too. The ratio in the class is half the kids with special needs, and half the kids without. There is one teacher, and two teaching assistants. They are very organized and send home a lesson plan every week, so you know what is happening and what the kids are learning. They have field trips. One is coming up to a farm to see animals, take a hayride, and pick vegetables. It just seemed like the perfect place for Ryan.
Today was his first day, and he was excited to go. He told me he was a little nervous, but he was happy that he wouldn’t have to take a nap, since he’d be at school. When we arrived, the director walked us to the class, where he met some of his classmates. Ms. A., (his teacher), gave him a hug, and told him she’d show him where he could put his backpack. Ryan barely gave me a hug, and he was off with Ms. A.
Cole and I watched for a minute, and Ms. A., sensing I needed another good-bye, pointed Ryan in my direction. My little boy gave me a hug, and he was back off to Ms. A. Outside the classroom, there is a one-way window, and the director told me I could stay and watch as long as I wanted. Cole was getting tired, so we left.
It is odd turning your child over to someone else, to take over teaching them, even for just a few hours a day. But this school seems so nurturing and supportive-it felt right.
When we picked Ryan up, he had, had a blast. He told us about the stories they had read, the snack they had, and the toy front-loader he got to ride during recess. He was also happy to see that his name in his cubby, was attached to a yellow triangle. That was very important.
Ms. A. called us tonight and told us how comfortable Ryan seemed and how well he did today. His first day couldn’t have gone better. It should be a fun year, and I can’t wait to see and hear about all the exciting new things he learns. Here are a few pictures before we left for the first day:
