It started for me when Brittany was 4 years old. Well meaning people began to ask which preschool she would be attending. I didn't know...we had not planned to send her to preschool. I just expected she would go to first grade when she was six. We might would consider kindergarten when she is five. But sending her to 4K - that seemed at lease premature and certainly an unnecessary expense. As I listened to the early education advocates, I began to hear how important the developmental years are for a child's future and how life long success depended on a good foundation...and I agreed.
But, they were trying to sell me their private preschool experience for my child and I had two problems with that. First, there was no money for private preschool. And second, it implied that a professional educator was now suddenly required. I was offended!
Somehow under my care, she had learned to walk, talk, feed herself, dress herself, wipe her bottom, pick up her toys and play nice. Now that she was four was I somehow incompetent? Really? OK, so I am not the sharpest tool in the shed but I am not that stupid! What do you need to learn in 4K? Colors, shapes, numbers, letters, how to color inside the lines and write your name. This does not take a genius! I can spell her name! I know colors, I know shapes, I know numbers and the letters! I can teach her those things! Right?
OK, so I realize my reaction was a little extreme. It was certainly different considering most moms look forward to shipping their kids off to school for the day. I had no idea at the time, what adventure and blessing God had for our family. I only knew I had questions that needed answers. What to do? What to do?
If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you. James 1:5
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