We’ve found a nursery. Hurrah!! After all the hesitating and worrying we’ve found one. It was a process that didn’t take very long in the end and I think I’d pretty much made my mind up a while back. I was just reluctant in making the call that would mean I was accepting that Little Z is entering the education system till he’s at least 16. I know it’s not a prison sentence but it does feel like we are approaching the end of an era and the start of something new.
That new brings lots of new people into his life. People that will nurture him and educate him. People that will be doing the same as me. I won’t be the only one anymore. I am accepting it though. I am..yes…I am. Kind of.
Reading the blurb about what nurseries provide and all their ofsted report is very assuring and we officially “put his name down” in September. I think what I’d love the blurb to also say is all the things I truly want in a nursery and preschool for him. It’s not that much more, but all I ask for him at nursery is…
To be made to feel like the most special little boy there.
To feel wanted and cared for and like its the most fun playground he’s ever seen.
To enjoy learning through play and love going each day.
To have the most caring keyworker that genuinely likes him.
To shout he doesn’t want to leave each time I go to collect him.
To have a lovely group of friends, maybe even a best friend.
To tell me excitedly what he did that day.
To feel like its a second home.
To love his time there.
To bring home too many pictures that I won’t be able to fit on the fridge.
To bring home something made with dried pasta and too much glitter will fall apart by the time we get home.
To never be bullied, or left out, or picked on.
To scream in excitement at everything.
To love his keyworker as much as he loves his family (but slightly less than he loves me).
For me and his Daddy to still be his favourites.
To always come home smiling, tired from all the playing but content.