It all started off pretty happily. Little Z was very excited to be going to “nursery”, just like his big Cousin A and had been asking and asking and asking for weeks if he could go too.
I think I was the more nervous one. But it was just induction for a couple of hours so it couldn’t be too bad really. Could it?
We arrived at our allocated time and a kind faced girl came to open the door, gave Little Z a big hello and announced to the both of us that she was going to be his keyworker. She was absolutely lovely and I took an instant liking to her. I relaxed even more when I saw how she drew the little kids towards her like little magnets with one in particular showering her with kisses periodically.
Little Z on the other hand decided he felt very dubious about the whole pre-school thing and didn’t relax or take his coat off for about half an hour. Once he looked settled the plan was for me to sneak off and come back after an hour to help him start to get used to it by himself for a short burst.
I failed at the slick exit quite spectacularly as Little Z busted me and instantly bawled for me not to go. I kept telling myself it was only an hour and it would be fine and marched out of the building as fast as I could. In hindsight I probably should have stayed with him the entire time and saved the “leaving test” for the second session.
I have to admit the urge to find a window for spying was pretty strong as was just sitting in my car for an hour and I did half wonder if mums, in time gone by have actually scaled the building looking for a good spot to just watch their child.
The Other Half and I both went to pick him an hour later and he was happily playing on the indoor slide with a couple of other little boys. Apparently he cried for about 20 minutes (which, to me, is long!) but was fine after that although he kept checking his lovely keyworker was still in sight.
He abandoned the slide as soon as he saw us and declared we should “go home now”. His keyworker kept emphasising how well he had done for his first day and we were semi assured that it wasn’t a complete disaster. He jumped into his car seat at lightning speed and announced he was never coming back.
So, if I’m honest it didn’t feel much like a magic moment. As he’s only going twice a week it feels like the whole settling in phase is going to take a long time. I know in time I’ll look back on his first day as a sweet moment and a big milestone but right now it all feels a bit meh!
Hopefully this week might be a little better.