It doesn’t seem that long ago since Aria was born, she is growing so fast and I know it’s cliche, but I would love a pause button or to slow things down. The first two years were a blur of nappies, bottles, food, nappies, sleepless night and oh the lack of sleep, not forgetting changing our family dynamic from a family of 4 to a family of 5. Tyler was also at nursery when she was born, he loved it there. You can read about how he got on at nursery and how Lucas got on when he graduated nursery. This is what I love about blogging. All three have went to the same nursery, but Aria is the lucky one who gets to go in the newly built nursery building. The boys loved it and yes they had a few wobbly moments and wanted mummy, but all in all the loved it. They still talk about nursery and since Aria has started have spoken about those days fondly when they got to play all day. Bless, primary school must be such a hard life.
Aria has tested my parenting skills as she has been completely different to the boys. Don’t get me wrong they were very different too, but Aria is stubborn. She never temper tantrums, but she knows what she wants. A whole other post for another time.
What I did to prepare Aria for starting nursery was to talk to her about going. She really wanted to be going to school with the boys, but at 3, I explained she was too young. We spoke about what she would do there, play with the sand, paint pictures and have fun playing with friends. The boys told her all about their time there and how much they enjoyed it. We spoke about her teachers, I showed her pictures the boys made back then and their nursery books. She wasn’t too enamored by the idea, but once I took her round the place she was a bit happier.
Her first day I stayed with her for the hour, we saw round the place, she played in the sand and we found out what we needed to get for her starting the next day. By the time we were ready to leave she’d come out her shell a little, had let go of my thigh and was enjoying being there. She didn’t utter a word, but went and played where other kids were playing.
When we came out when went and got some magical indoor shoes, that she could wear when inside and new bag for nursery. She was all set to go and looking forward to going in the next day.
On the day she started she went in and clung to my leg for a bit. The nursery staff were fab and sand being here favourite play activity, they put some glitter in it for her. I sneaked away for a bit to see how she got on. She was fine and didn’t want to leave. The wee soul even ate her snack. She didn’t however, utter a word.
I was worried. She is a chatty little thing and so inquisitive. She talks non stop and asks so many questions in a day. Which is great, but yes it does get tiring at times, we’ve all been there. But wouldn’t have it any other way. I’ve bit my tongue and tired not to snap, I have and felt guilt beyond belief when those big eyes look up at you. Parenting fail, but I’m human. I answer the other 356 questions.
She is now a month in and it’s going fab. She loves it, goes in without a wobble or a glance back. She still doesn’t talk much, other than a few words if prompted from her teachers. But she plays with other kids, she plays herself happily, she takes turns and she eats her snack. There have been no trips to the toilet, but going on the potty training experience this wasn’t going to happen. She’s never had an accident since the moment SHE decided she was potty training and has bladder control like no one I know.
Should I be worried about her speechlessness in nursery? If anything else is to go by with this Little Miss, no. The more I ask, the more I stress, the more I talk to her about it, the more she digs her heels in and boy does she dig them in good. I’ve stopped asking if she spoke to anyone and instead we are chatting about all the fun things she did. She missed it over the Easter holidays and was saying her friends would miss her if she wasn’t there. Bless. Watching her go in and the smile as she comes out is a joy. She’ll come round, don’t you think?