Small started at his new school..a NON Montessori school!
As you may have gathered, I’m a fan of private schooling. Small began the school year at our trusted little Montessori school. All was progressing as planned. He would stay at the Montessori for the year, and then we would re-evaluate.
Sadly, this was not to be.
The little school was now so little. The class sizes had increased and the level of care, in our opinion, was not what it once was. After some unfortunate incidents at the school, we felt we had no choice but to pull Small from said school.
So now the search began for a new school for my little man.
I toured several pre-schools, Montessori and traditional schools.
I did not find anything that stood out.
I had heard of a little school close by, but decided to stay away from it due to the size of it’s play yard.
Then on a whim one day I called them up and asked to schedule a tour. The administrator on the other end of the line said they didn’t schedule tours and that I could pop by any time. I took that as a good sign. After all, to me, it meant that there would be no preparation for a visit, but rather I would see the school in action as it truly was.
So Small and I showed up unannounced one afternoon.
We were truly impressed.
The school was calm. Serene. Unlike some of what we had seen.
The teachers were super friendly and welcomed us both in to their classrooms. The children looked happy and confident.
We were given a tour of the school. The administrator handed us a copy of their weekly schedule – which was most detailed and impressive.
I was still hanging on to my dream that Small would attend a Montessori school – however, my gut told me that this was the right place for him.
So a week later and after a lot of evaluating and conversation – that drove Vince crazy – Small started at his new little school.
He goes Mondays and Tuesdays – full days. Gulp.
He loves it.
He’s come home with work, crafts and a communication book that fully details exactly what he did that day. Including how long he napped for (yes – somehow they get him to nap!) and what he ate that day.
Pulling Small out of the Montessori school was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. We had to pull him out of that environment. End of story. I knew that. But pulling him out of there meant that my whole plan for him was not to be. And yes, I panicked at first.
But then I surprised myself when I managed to calm my anxiety over the unknown and moved forward.
I don’t know how long he’ll stay there. But one thing is for sure – I’ve learned to take it all one day at a time. I don’t have to have every last thing planned out. I am able to let them both experience new things and take things as they come.
I’m once again humbled. When I’m wrong, I’m wrong. I can admit it.
It’s not the size of the play yard that matters. It’s what’s inside that counts.