My Preschool Graduate

It is with mixed emotions that I post this blog today. Yesterday my baby graduated preschool! 2.5 years ago we were scared to death putting him in the public school. We had so many fears: would he be able to nap, will they know what he wants, will children play with him, will adults accept him for who he is, will he be snuggled if he cries, will he learn things like communication and motor skills, will be be accepted? Well we can whole heartidly answer “YES” to all of those questions. We couldn’t have been more fortunate to have found this teacher and this school system. Granted, we have had a number of disagreements but all in all, it has been a wonderful experience.

And now I sit here facing the same anxiety for the upcoming school year. Tyler will be secluded as mainstream Kindergarten just isn’t what he needs or will excel in. So now my fears are, will he realize he is alone, will he have the opportunity to play with typical peers, will he continue to grow and learn, will he still be accepted for who he is, will he resent us for not mixing him in with typical kids, is this the right program or should we be exploring other options? These are all things that I will have to stew over until he starts this program and we see how he handles it. Until then, I am glowing in the fact that my baby graduated preschool. My baby who wasn’t supposed to talk, walk, eat, roll over, survive really, has a diploma hanging on his wall. My baby has proved so many people wrong and continues to do so. My baby, walked to “Pomp and Circumstance” to receive his diploma. My baby is heading into Kindergarten. Where in the world has time gone?? I couldn’t be any more proud than I am today!

Before heading to school

Performance

Marching to "Pomp and Circumstance"

Receiving his diploma

Proud Mumma