Wes enjoyed one year of preschool when he was four. We lived in a small town and my friend taught a small class at a church nearby. And it was incredibly inexpensive. He was our first child, and that’s what you do, right? You put your three or four-year-old–or even your toddler–in preschool!
Natasha will not be attending preschool. She will turn five next February and go to half-day Kindergarten the following Fall. For now, I’m just letting her play at home and be four. She is an independent player and entertains herself in dramatic fashion all morning, running all over our back and front yards even in the Oregon drizzle.
But is she socialized? Our kids can’t help but get lots of valuable community time via Sunday School, Awana, our community group, the kids in our neighborhood, our career in full-time ministry, their cousins, etc.
But is she learning her letters and numbers? I (sort of) work through a preschool book with her which focuses on numbers and letters, but we mostly just live life together. Letters and numbers just sneak up on kids exactly when they are supposed to.
I didn’t go to preschool, and as you can tell, I’m pretty much a genius, so there’s that.
It’s good that there are preschools and people sending their children there, but for me it symbolizes driving across town twice a morning three days a week as well as hundreds of dollars a month that I would like to use elsewhere. And I look forward to having Natasha home with me and Locke for one more year. She’s my only girl and I treasure these years with her.
*today I’m linked up over at tinytwig as part of Hayley’s “giving up on good” series!