He’s Five, People.
Peach was absent yesterday.
Don’t worry; he’s fine. He just didn’t feel like going to school. So I let him stay home.
Yep. I just let him stay home.
With nearly twelve years of parenting experience under my belt, I only hesitated for a split-second. Just enough time for the following to run through my head:
He really needs to get used to the idea that he needs to go to school every day.
But guess what? Assuming that he only does a two-year Master’s program, Peach has the next nineteen years to get used to that idea. And then he’ll carry that ethic with him into the work place. On the other hand, as my friend Tevye is fond of saying, Peach only has a few more weeks of preschool. A few more weeks where his time at home may, in fact, be just as educational as the time spent in the classroom.
Yesterday, Peach demonstrated mastery of the following skills:
- sustained solitary activity (during my nap)
- fine-motor coordination (on my iPad)
- creative play (involving superheroes
- meal prep (either fruit snacks or a chewy bar — and chocolate milk)
Time well spent.
Today, upon arrival at school, Peach announced to his teacher that he took a personal day. Sure, I could have told the teacher that I wasn’t feeling well and that’s why we stayed home yesterday. But I surely don’t want the take-away to be that it’s OK to lie. I want my kids to know the difference between a sick day, a vacation day, and a personal day. And I want them to understand why it’s important to use those terms accurately and honestly.
She smiled…and told me I’d made a great choice. Affirmation from the pre-school teacher, one’s own OR one’s child’s, holds a lot of weight.