The longer I consider it, the more I’m sure we made the right decision. In a few weeks Sasha will move to full time at school. He enjoys it there. He has his friends. Every day he goes he comes home happy, rash-and-hive-free (a big thing for him), in a great mood, and excited to tell me about how fabulous his day was and all the fun he had. He’s also quickly catching up in areas he had fallen behind (like self-sufficiency).
Quite simply, it’s shown to be very good for him in a very short time.
For him, I’m sure that this is the right choice. He needs constancy and somewhere he can thrive and this is clearly it for him at this stage.
For us, his parents, it’s also a right choice. Because it’s a school, and one with mildly ill child care, there is a schedule dictating when it’s open and when it’s closed. Last minute changes, vacations, or “life happening” won’t result in a last minute scramble to figure out who will take care of Sasha today as happens semi-regularly now. We have peace of mind.
It’s also good for the school. I’m sure it’s easier for them to teach when the kids are there more consistently and they can better get into the groove of routine.
It’s showing to be a bad choice for others though. There’s been a great deal of upset about Sasha’s new schedule. A great deal. And difficulty accepting that this decision was made in the best interest of Sasha. It was made quickly, but not rashly. Sometimes when you have to make a decision about your kids, you need to do so without appeasing everyone’s wants. I won’t feel guilty.