Keira has just begun her third year of preschool. Technically, she could be starting ‘big school’ but we held her over that year because she was born right on the cut-off cusp. I mean, her playgroup mates, who were born only two days after her had to wait that extra year so I didn’t see why she couldn’t.
It’s so tricky.
Deep down I know she’s not ready, although I’ve had my moments this past month of wondering just how she might’ve gone if we put her in. And there’s another part of me that is glad I get another year with her, where we will get a few hours of alone time once Riley starts after his third birthday (in a matter of weeks).
She’s been pestering me since getting back from holidays about when she’s going back to school, which in itself is remarkable considering in our early days we had problems with her adjusting to it all. Yes, there were good days too, and these increased in the latter part of last year. I didn’t mention it here because I was afraid of jinxing myself, honestly, and also because I was crazed from all the book business going on.
So here she is, from last Friday. Raring to go:
