Starting Nursery School
The end of an era
This week Lincoln starts nursery and I have mixed feelings about it. It’s a day I’ve been waiting for and dreading all at the same time.
I’ve been a stay at home mum since he was born. It’s in the main been amazing and I feel so lucky to have had him to myself for so long but now I’ll have to share him. We both now must share half of our week with nursery and that’s not a pleasant thought, for me at least.
So, why are you sending him some may ask. Well while I’ll miss him terribly I’m doubtful the feeling is going to be mutual. He’s growing bored of mummy and our daily activities. I’m now struggling to entertain him 5 days of week and that’s been a big indication to me that he needs nursery.
I’m not terribly concerned about how he’ll cope. He goes a couple of mornings a week to a local playgroup and he also does gymnastics class on his own, so I’m not too concerned about separation anxiety. I’m concerned about little things. What if he needs taking to the toilet, will they help him undo his lunchbox, will he cope without snacks on demand? I suspect all parents have the same fears when their little ones begin nursery.
It feels like the end of an era and almost the beginning of the end. I feel like in part I’m losing him to the school system. It’s really bought home to me that it’s only just over a year until he starts school full time and that’s heart-breaking. No more spontaneous holidays, days off with daddy or just chilling at home. We will be reliant on school holidays and trainings days. My week will be all about school runs and making packed lunches.
There’s also the handing over of responsibility to someone else. He’s only ever spent more than a couple of hours away from me with his grandparents. Having someone else take care of him is a huge deal and when I think about it too much I realise I’m handing him to a stranger. One who doesn’t know he gets hyper when tired, one who doesn’t know he doesn’t like skin on his cucumber and someone who doesn’t know when he hurts himself outside he’ll say he’s okay even if he needs a cuddle. However, I know he’s going to have an absolute blast I hope we’ve prepared well enough for this next chapter. I hope he’ll thrive and make lots of new friends.
I also think the time we spend together will be much nicer. They’ll be more novelty for both of us. I’m also looking forward to spending some 1 on 1 time with his baby sister. He’ll also be painting and stamping playdoh into someone else’s carpet which is always a parenting win! The best bit for me will be the return of nap time! Lincoln’s not taken a nap for months so I’m looking forward to putting Etta down and having some time for a hot drink or to do some jobs around the house.
I’m sure I’ll leave him at nursery this week with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat, but I can’t wait to hear about his adventures. I know he’s going to have a blast. So little guy, have the best time ever!