It finally happened! I actually let go of my baby boy, though he's not exactly a baby anymore really. I will accept it one day wont I? I guess the last few days I've just got so used to having him around and being at home with him that playschool hasn't really been a though. We did think about nursery last year but then we manged to juggle the man's job around mine so that one of us was always able to look after him, I guess at the same time this cut out the costs that nursery fees would of added. Now we've moved, got settled and have another one on the way I guess it was only right that we put Oli into a environment where he was surrounded by other children and where I got some 'me' time.
Had no issues at all with dropping him off just like the day we went to look around, he didn't want to leave that day and cried all the way home. That's how we knew he was ready and that it was the right place for him. He was so eager to get in that he was bouncing all over the place outside, saying hello to every child that approached the door. Once in, he was gone! Had to call him back to show him where to hang up his coat and where to put his lunchbox, which of course just had to be SpongeBob SquarePants for our little SpongeBob fan. We had to ask for cuddles and kisses to say goodbye, and when we walked towards the door all we could hear was 'Bye, bye, byeeeee' the boy couldn't wait to get rid of us. I guess for this reason I didnt cry, he was happy so I was happy.
I didn't quite know what to do with myself in that me time. For one of the days that Oli's at preschool, the man has the day off work so it's spent having some quality time with him. But I do wonder if it will be become a weekly thing having a fry up in a cafe, because I can live with that. I came home (yes with a coffee, but it's a caramel latte so it's allowed) thinking I could spend some guilt free time at the laptop, but I couldn't do anything but stare at a blank screen wondering what quite to do with myself. I have been warned that this feeling doesn't last and that I will wonder how I didn't managed with this 'me' time much sooner.
Come picking up time, I was the one who was eager to get through the doors to him. I actually had the man give me a leg up so I could spy through a window. All the kids were sat at the side and I could see Oli sat with his little rucksack on his back and lunchbox on hand, this made me emotional. When we walked in, he ran up to us screaming 'DADDDDYYYY' nice to know I'm the first one to come to mind. He was very sweet at saying thank you to the teachers and saying goodbye. Apparently he was very well behaved and there were no problems at all. It's still sinking in I guess, after nearly 3 years of being his friend and practically with him 24/7 it's strange to think how things have changed. Oh this motherhood journey, with its twists and turns and new experiences. It's one hell of a experience. Apparently he starts school next year, seriously when did he grow up?
Labels: First day at play school, Me time, motherhood, Nursery, Pre School, Toddler Moments, Toddlers