Time passes so quickly, it seems like only yesterday that this tiny, mewling newborn baby was lifted out of me. A tiny red, angry, screaming, baby who instantly calmed the moment he was passed over to me. The moment he found my breast and how to feed. That same child who was still determined to keep breastfeeding until he was ready to stop, except having to be weaned through a change in medication. That tiny boy who is very much a mummy’s boy whilst still being fiercely independent. That tiny baby is no longer a baby, but very much a toddler, very much a little boy. It is time for him to go to nursery.
Time to break out the name labels and iron them painstakingly into his clothes, stick them onto his water bottle, his lunchbox (once we’ve bought him a matching YUMBOX, just like his big brother, what one has the other wants right?) and go about sending my 2 year old to nursery for 2 mornings a week.
It’s time and I’m ready for him to go. More importantly he is ready to go. He needs more than I am offering him.
I never thought that I’d be the one willing to wave off my children to nursery. After all we have the luxury of me being a stay-at-home mum. Yet here I am for the second time, having toured nursery after nursery ready to send my *nearly* two year old away from me. Out of choice rather than necessity. You see at the moment this is a luxury that we are afforded rather than a necessity for us to do as it would be if I were going off to work a full time job. At the moment I can choose my hours to work around my children.
I am able to choose to send my youngest to an environment twice a week where I know he will thrive. One where he will learn to be away from me, to be around other adults looking after him, to socialise with children his own age.
An environment where he can get messy, paint, glue, craft, create, where it’s not me who is having to clean up after him. Somewhere he can explore freely without having boundaries put on him. Somewhere where he can go and be 2 and have fun, whilst learning. A chance for my 2 year old to discover the joy of nursery.
A place that is just his, nothing to do with his brother.
I know that it is a luxury that I am choosing to do this. I know that I have the wonderful task of only having to send him two days a week. Two mornings at that. But those are two mornings where he can have the time of his life, painting, socialising, learning, getting more than I can give him and where I get chance to work. To continue to build on my freelance work, to work on clients Facebook pages (yes, Facebook it seems can be a job to pay the bills)
And I know I will have a healthy dose of mum guilt when he does go.
But I also know that it’s the best thing for us. For me. For him. For our family.
That’s it, I’m sending my 2 year old to nursery. And he will be 2 when he goes, his place is due to begin after his birthday.
Pass me the iron, I’ve things to get labelled….