As some of you know the decision to put Freddie into nursery was not something I did eagerly. I was very much in the frame of mind that if I’m at home then why shouldn’t I look after him, he’s my child and my responsibility. Not only that but I believe the nursery places for 2 year olds should be available for working parents as I know what it’s like to have to pay out nursery fees and feeling like you’re working and missing out for nothing but to pay the bills. (sorry I’m babbling and going far from what I was intending on writing about!)
Anyway after much deliberation I decided it was in his best interests for him to go ( much to Daddies devastation) as his behaviour was becoming increasingly difficult and he wasn’t very good when it came to mixing with children his own age. The big uns are far older than Freddie and Beth is only a baby so Freddie has been very spoilt and when the others have been at school he has been pampered with love and kisses and everything that he wants. Ok what I’m trying to say in a polite way, my son turned into a spoilt brat. He needed to learn how to share, be with other children and how to play nicely. Not only that he is also very smart so needed that extra stimulation.
Big boy class already? but it’s not september!
Freddie has been doing incredibly well at nursery. They can’t believe that he had behaviour problems at home because he has been golden there. Everything they tried to teach him he already knew, such as boy and girl, empty and full, numbers, colours etc. We went to parents evening not long ago and they commented on how amazing his manners are. That’s one thing I can vouch for even when he’s stropping and shouting ‘stop it’ he adds a please on the end of it.
Last week we took him into nursery to be greeted at the door by one of the nursery staff saying pre-school for you today Freddie. I am not going to lie my heart sank. Now don’t get me wrong, I am pleased he has done so well they want him to go into the class early BUT I wasn’t prepared for it. I wasn’t expecting him to go into the big class until September. He’s only 2!
He absolutely loved it, he wasn’t sure when he first walked in and I thought he might get upset but he didn’t he thrived in there. When we went to pick him up we asked if this was going to be a permanent thing now and we were told no it was just a couple of taster sessions until he starts properly in September. He has been in the big class ever since! We drop him off to the small class and everyday when we go to pick him up he is back in the big class. They said he is doing perfect, doesn’t struggle in there. Loves interacting and playing with his friends ( Freddie went to play group for over a year and rarely played with other kids) So he is more than ready.
Mummy on the other hand want to wrap her baby boy up in a towel with a hood on it and give him a bottle, sing him to sleep, wind him … you get the gist!
It turns out in Freddie’s case the decision to send him to nursery was the right one in the end.
Thanks for reading