I just got home from dropping Liam off to school. I’m not sure why, but for the past few weeks he’s decided that he doesn’t want me leaving anymore, and he draws out the farewell process for as long as possible before a teacher comes to my rescue.
Today was no different, except that afterwards one of the teachers pulled me aside to ask me about why I had chosen to enroll Liam in preschool when he could have gone to transition. Confused, I responded saying that I thought he was supposed to be in Preschool, to which she had to get into an in-depth discussion of how the school system in the Northern Territory worked and how considering how he is behind the other kids, it was probably the best decision to keep him down a year. Um, okay? I was still pretty sure I had enrolled him in the right year, but man was I getting worried hearing about how behind he was.
In the end, it turns out it was all just a massive stuff up on my part. I had written his birth date wrong when I enrolled him, so they thought he was a full year older than he actually is. So while his language skills are still being assessed, the poor teacher felt awful for making me think my son was considerably behind when he’s not.
Seriously, what kind of parent messes up their child’s birth date on something as important as school enrollment?! This baddie parent right here, apparently.