Over the last few weeks I have been worried about my ability to be the parent you deserve, about if I will get my parenting choices right. I have been reliably informed that this worry is in fact normal and that if I didn’t worry then I should worry about not worrying!
I worried uncontrollably about making the choice to take you to nursery early and with that I felt guilt … guilt that I couldn’t give you everything here at home with me. I felt shame that this made me a bad parent and that I maybe I couldn’t do more to help you learn to and grow and to interact with your peers….. Although If I am honest I don’t think I would ever pass at playing like a 2.5 year old.
This week you have made me so so proud to be your Mummy as you slide into your nursery like you had been there since birth. You made some friends even though one of them was touch and go when you tried to eat his snack while he gazed out the window…. it seems you were forgiven as he was still playing with you in the garden when I picked you up this week.
I now love the fact I have to physically pick you up under one arm to leave nursery, however the high-pitched squeal is somewhat embarrassing! – So please learn quickly that home time is in fact home time and that no amount of squealing is going to make me leave you there.
The pictures you have come home with this week melted my heart that you truly are growing up and becoming such a big boy and on the path of life, learning with each and every day.
I love the fact you continually surprise me with your new words and your insistence to help me do jobs around the house, although emptying out the clean washing onto the floor when the washer beeps is not going help me get them done quicker nor does shoving your head in there and rotating it … A&E is not a fun place to be and I would much rather you didn’t injure yourself in your attempt work our the physics of how its spins … however clever it maybe!
I am still learning too my little man and I hope we have lots of learning together yet to do ..