Last September I stood nervously at the school gates waiting for them to open for Little Man’s first day at preschool. He was nervous about starting somewhere new. I was nervous about whether I had made the right decision about moving him from the nursery he had been in from 10 months old to a new place. There was new routines to learn and a much more school like environment for him to get his head round. Dealing with change was not his strong point. As a family we had not had the easiest couple of months and all of a sudden I felt like this was the wrong time. The staff there didn’t know us and only knew from a rushed email that Little Man had lost one sister and his other sister was in intensive care. It felt like too much change for him to deal with and I was worried it really all would have an adverse effect on him.
Isn’t it funny how we often underestimate our kids? Of course I needn’t have worried. He took it all like a champion. He got stuck in and he loved it. There were tricky points, don’t get me wrong. For example he wasn’t all that keen on the tidying up part of the day and we had to work through that a bit. However, just yesterday when visiting his new class for reception he got a sticker for the best tidying up. That really does show what pre-school did for him. The staff have been amazing; they got to know him and have built my shy little boy up into a confident little ray of sunshine who is literally beaming when he comes out of preschool. They let him talk about his sisters openly and dealt with his questions about death better than I probably did at the time.
All that worrying really was for nothing. So here we are 11 months on and he is preparing for his mini graduation ceremony tomorrow. I know I’ll shed a tear. Little Man has made this year so much easier on me; he has helped me get up every day and really has been my sunshine baby.
Now I’m off to freak out at how I keep an almost 5 year old happy for 6 whole weeks!! Reception here we come!