Time for a change

Sometimes, when things change, they all seem to change at once.

Bubby D, for example, went from being practically immobile to crawling, pulling up on things, cruising, climbing stairs and standing unaided (once!) all within the space of two weeks.

And there is a big change for the Wee Man tomorrow too. Because tomorrow is his last day at nursery.

Yes, my Wee Man is now becoming…well…not so Wee. He’s been at nursery for over two years now, and just last month they told me ‘he’s starting to form friendships, he has his own distinct playmates that he prefers to spend time with’. This was just before I guiltily handed them the letter informing them he’d be leaving in a month.

Explaining to him at bedtime tonight that tomorrow is his last day at nursery, EVER, he suddenly looked alarmed. We have been talking about it for a little while, but only now does he seem to realise what this might mean. Even the promise of cake (they are giving him a ‘graduation’ party!) didn’t provide him with the usual little cheeky excited smile that comes out whenever anything sweet and sticky is in the offing.

Not only does preschool mean an end to nursery, but it means an end to swimming classes (the old ones clash and I can’t find new ones that don’t), and it also means he’ll have a childminder – something we’ve not experienced before – from next week too.

I could have kept him at nursery, and let them give him his 15 hours of government funded early learning. I’ve been very happy with the nursery, and Wee Man loves going there too. But I think it’s better for him to go to preschool, meet friends from the local area that he might go through school with (his nursery is still back where we used to live), and experience the great facilities the local school has. Isn’t it?

Then I see his little face, looking worried…and I wonder if we’ve made the right decision.

The thing is, I know it has to happen sometime. But the change I really cant work out, the thing that really makes me wonder is…when did he get so big?