My Facebook feed has featured a lot of first day at school photos over the last week. Tiny people in oversized sweatshirts, some looking proud and happy, some looking sad and anxious, all starting their school lives.
Next September that will be us. It seems unbelievable really. Syd has only just had his third birthday, he is just out of nappies, he is half baby, half boy – but in twelve short months he will be donning his first uniform and I will have to step back and let teachers take my place in the week.
I already feel a tad wobbly about it, but that is because I am judging him as he is today, a year is a long time in a small chaps life. I am sure he will be far more ready by then and I fully intend to make the most of this last bit of time as a full-time mum.
He is my baby, I have been through this twice before and survived! I have snivelled on the way home from that all important first day on two previous occasion, wondering where the time had gone and why the world wanted to snatch my baby away before either of us were ready. But they both loved reception (even if the years of school eventually dulled their enthusiasm!)
Syd now qualifies for 15 hours a week of free childcare. Initially I had him booked in for 5 mornings, using all of those hours, but several months ago I had a re-think and dropped it down to 3. I didn’t want every day to be on a schedule, I want a couple of days a week where we could go with the flow – a spontaneous trip to the beach or to feed the ducks, a museum trip, a family visit, sticking, painting and building Batman towns.
I may moan on days where he has been particularly truculent, but I love being at home with him and am grateful I have been in a position to choose to do that. I also know there are lessons to teach this year, he will be among the youngest in the class but I don’t want him feeling that any more than necessary. We will practise getting dressed (he has getting undressed down pat – what is it with toddlers and nakedness?!) and going to the toilet solo. He is showing a real interest in letters and reading at the moment and I think he will know how to write his name and read simple words long before the year is up.
His 3 mornings a week at pre-school will hopefully give him the knowledge that I always come back and that he is fine away from me for a few hours, but will I be OK without him for 6 hours a day? I will miss hanging out with little dude, making towns out of Lego on your own is lonely. What will I do with myself with all that extra time on my hands? I am not sure, doubt it will be housework tho!
Fairy Non-Bio asked Mums what they missed most about the pre-school years – a quarter said it was kisses and cuddles, 43% said it was their child’s company (that is definitely what I will miss) and 28% said it was just the constant background noise (whereas I am looking forward to the peace!). They have produced the below video to encourage us to make the most of those oh-so-soft cuddles while we can, although it got me reaching for the tissues as I blubbed like a baby – I think that has more to do with my big girl heading off to university next year though – I am going to be a mess next September aren’t I?
What did/will you miss the most when your little one went/goes to school?
Love Miss Cisco XXX
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