This week Harry started Nursery. It’s actually called playgroup but to me that means he parents stay and they don’t here so to me that’s nursery.
In theory he doesn’t have to go nursery because I am a stay at home mum but we have taken Harry to parties and other places and he doesn’t interact with anyone until it’s time to leave. Plus his speech is no what it should be at this age (I’m not hugely concerned) but I think being at Nursery with other children and other adults will improve these aspects. And I get a little time to clean, blog and rest 🙂
I was so worried on Tuesday thinking that he would make a fuss because every time we talked about it, he was really eager, until we said that he had to leave me.
He squeezed my hand so tight but the lady stood at the door and encouraged him in. He turned to me, gave me a kiss and went in. The day went so fast for me, I felt I hardly got anything done. When I picked him up he was sitting very sweetly on the mat (the cutest thing ever) and when he saw me he shouted “Mama” and ran to me with los of cuddles and kisses. It was the best feeling 🙂
I dropped him off for his second day and I was feeling a lot more positive, thinking I can get lots of blogging done. But he asked me to pick he up and he held me so tight. The lady just grabbed him off me and took him through and that’s when I heard him burst into tears. Completely broke my heart 🙁 I know he will be OK but there is always that little bit of you saying “what if he needs me? What if they can’t settle him? Will he hate me for leaving him?” Silly I know but he’s my baby.