Giving up the ghost

This fall, IT Boy turns 2.  It’s also the time he’s going to start going to pre-school.  We signed him up when he was about 6 months, to get him a place in the wonderful nursery school that his sister went to.  It’s the place where I cried when I sent her on her first day, and I cried on her last day, because I adored it so much.  The teachers are great, it’s warm and nurturing, and it seemed like it would be right for him. 

At least that was the plan.  We’ve come to the realization that it’s not in his best interests to be in a program that caters to mainstream kids.  He’s walking OK, playing OK, talking OK, but certainly not at age level.  There are a bunch of programs, offered through Early Intervention, that will better serve his needs, and best of all, can accommodate some of his existing therapists.

I call this entry giving up the ghost, and not giving up the dream, as others might see it.  I don’t see it as a setback, merely a change of plans.  There are a lot of places out there, and just because he’s not ready for one, doesn’t mean he’s not ready to thrive and succeed at another.  Hopefully, we can find the right program for him - the search starts now.