Private School or Public? One Family's Search
I am the happy mother of a sunny 5-year-old. My husband and I have watched her progress from a serene infant to a capable toddler. We found a good nursery school for her to attend, where she revealed affinities for watercolors, library books, her classmates and the computer. We saw her become a small person who loved the city, from the tire swing in her playground to the sculpture of Perseus and Medusa at the Met. The city appeared to love her back, from the Bengali hot-dog vendor who handed her free Chee-tos to the sanitation guys who chatted over their shoulders with her as they sent barrels of recyclables crashing into their trucks.
