Starting Nursery

Tomorrow I return to work after the most incredible 14 months leave. I’m looking forward to returning, a 30 minute car journey to myself, getting stuck into new projects, being able to sit at a desk on a computer without a 1 year old smacking the keyboard or clinging to my ankles, sipping on really hot coffee, using the toilet without a tiny human trying to climb in my knickers or peer into the toilet while pulling the whole roll of toilet paper over the floor. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll reach 4pm without a snot covered top and finally I can spend my day talking to adults... ha! who am I kidding I’ve spent a whole year talking the ears off all my lovely new mum friends.

However I am extremely emotional that tomorrow morning when my baby girl wakes Mummy won’t be here. It will be Daddy that gets her up and ready for her first day at nursery. Libby’s bags are packed, her clothes ready and Andrews been practising how to put her hair up the last few days. (Top Dad!!!) It will also be Andrew that drops her to nursery. This is probably for the best as I’m pretty sure I’d be a blubbing mess even though she’s already had 3 settling in sessions.

Libby will be in the care of some wonderful ladies and I trust them with the most precious person in my life yet at the moment they are strangers. It breaks my heart that when she holds out her thumb and pinches it against her index finger they won’t know she wants to hold hands. They won’t know that when she picks up a tambourine she’s expecting them to sing ‘kumbaya’ or when she’s straddling their feet she wants to be bounced. What about if she falls and hurts herself? Will their cuddles be good enough? All those hurdles she’s about to overcome, new friends to make, new routines to adjust to and new surroundings to become familiar with. She won’t know or understand why I’m not there just yet as she’s still too little, too little to be in that big world without me... 

Libby is a confident, sociable, happy, independent, sassy little girl. I know that nursery for her will be a wonderland filled with new things to explore, discover and learn.

Be brave my baby girl, have lots of fun making new friends! I wish I could be a fly on the wall and watch all the magical things you get up to. Show them all the love, laughter and cheekiness you have to give. Know that being your Mummy will always be my number one role and I cannot wait to pick you up. Xx