On Monday, my baby girl started nursery school. She has gone to a private nursery since she was 18 months but she calls this “nursery school”. We call it foundation stage 1. She is in full time eating dinner there and having to wear a “nooniform”. She has been so excited to start, going to her big brothers school. She has dropped him off and picked him up with me over the last year so has known the teachers and some of the kids already. The foundation stages, 1 and 2, are in the same unit so some of the children from last year are still there which made her happier.
She had a home visit from Mrs B and Mrs H where we did some paperwork and they played and talked to her. For someone usually quite shy they brought her out of herself and got her talking. On her first day she said “I am going to talk to my teachers, I won’t be shy” which was my big worry. And when I took her in Mrs F asked her if she wanted to play play-doh and she said “no I want the sand please” so I was really happy as I thought she might be a people pleaser and just go along and not cause a fuss. So I felt a bit better leaving her.
I know she’ll blossom, I know she was ready, but I put on her uniform and wanted to cry. She looked so grown up. She’s my baby, sandwiched between two losses and has been my little buddy for the last year, we have done loads together and I find I’m a bit lost without her. I know I will fill the time but shopping and gardening won’t be the same without her. Letting her go, knowing she’s my last was harder than I thought it would be and I am a bit sad but I know in my heart it’s right for her. It’s not about me, it’s about what my beautiful little girl needs to fly!
She came running out of school yesterday and up into my arms babbling away about her day, and her dinner, and her friends and painting which is wonderful for me after having 2 non verbal kids and home school diaries in which to communicate. She is just so happy, carrying her book bag, showing me her hanging-up-her-coat skills (which she loses once she walks through our front door), discussing her paintings in great details and just talking about her new experiences. She finds wonder in everything. She had to do a booklet “all about me” to take in on her first day, so did a self portrait
This is her picture of herself. I think it’s great for a 3 year old, but then I’m biased.
So my baby has taken her first steps into the big world. My job is to support her and to catch her if she falls, and set her back on her feet. Right now, I’m looking forward to 3.15pm and getting my big hug and all the day’s news. Oh and another painting!!