My, what a year can do.
Austin’s last day of preschool last year:
And Austin’s last day of preschool last week:
Which of course brings us back to that pesky old question: Was that his last last day of preschool?
Weeeellll, I don’t think so. I’ve been leaning more and more in the direction of not sending him to kindergarten next year. I’m still not completely positive because I do have moments when I think he should go, but with the exception of my mother (an avid rule follower) and a very few others, everyone has told me not to do it. The most resounding No’s have come from teachers. Not teachers who are saying that Austin himself isn’t ready, but teachers who say that any boy with a borderline birthday isn’t ready.
I guess it comes down to which decision we’d regret more and it seems much more likely that we’d regret sending him and having him struggle as the youngest than holding him and having him be the oldest.
We can register him for kindergarten through August so there’s still a chance he may go, but for now, it’s pre-K for Austin.
Even though he has already mastered a skill that Braedan practiced the entire summer before kindergarten: the monkey bars.