That's what his teacher told me last night at parent-teacher conferences. And while I'm not surprised, I was shocked at my emotional response. I felt a pang in my gut. My face flushed a bit. My heart pumped a bit faster. Shit.
Why can't get him ready for shit sake? His ability to regulate his senses has multiplied by a bajillion from when we started this! Where did I fail?!"
If he's not ready then he's just not ready. We make no decisions today. We will know more in February. But I know enough now to know that no matter the outcome, there is nothing wrong with waiting if that is what he needs. There is nothing wrong with allowing him the time to be prepared. In fact, it's the right thing to do.
I look back and see all the obstacles this cool cat has overcome. He has come so far. I mean, the kid didn't even talk or look people in the eye until he was three. He battles his way through some days with so much grace it astounds me. He fights harder to be comfortable in any environment. He does it so well that sometimes I forget he is even doing it.
I forget until his teacher says to me that she doesn't think he will be ready for Kindergarten but then goes on to glow about what a special, loving, kind and hilarious kid he is. She says he will be fine. That one more year of preschool is no big thing.
I can think of several people who will cherish that extra time with him.
One little lady, in particular, comes to mind.