i'm comfortable with it

much to the horror of the mother community at large...
i didn't put p in pre-school.

i also haven't drilled flash cards into her three year old brain, like i didn't with her two year old brain and her one year old brain.

i chose to let her look at the pictures and recite what she remembers of the story 
or just plain make it up.

and figure out pencil sharpeners

because there is so much other stuff we do between coming and going, church, and friends and family, i can't imagine not have time to sit and imagine... 

so, i'm comfortable with it.
every time i turn a corner and i see playing going on i feel more comfortable.
every time i see p sitting at a play table with her doll with a pillow case as a table cloth, and play food on plates i'm even more comfortable...
and every time i hear her wail like a banchee whilst utterly convinced she is whistling at our dog...
and when she announces my 'temperature' is 67 o'clock i love the fact that she can't really read those numbers.
i just didn't see the point of making thirteen years of mandatory education into fifteen.
i don't want to push her to learn and perform too early; i think she needs to be a little girl.
i just think self learned lessons in imagination and play are equally important, and looking to mom and dad is equally important, and i did not feel comfortable with the alternative.
and thus the mom community is not comfortable with me.
i'm okay with that.
i could tell the 'holier than thou' mom's what to do but i won't.
i'll just think of 67 o'clock and smile.