For the past three years I have spent my days looking after little legs but the start of the new year brought a change….A BIG CHANGE. Isabelle started preschool.
I had my reservations about sending her to childcare, but in all honesty it was all down to me not being ready to see my little girl grow up. I took the plunge and decided that I had to stop being selfish and allow her the opportunity to go to school, I owed it to her to at least try.
I filled in the required forms and before we knew it I was whisking her off to her preschool induction, with my heart in my mouth I realised that my little girl is in fact a little girl now. Like many parents we had concerns, would she adapt well to the new environment? Would she cope with not having either of us around? Would she get on with the other children? Would she be happy to play?…Would she miss us?
There was also that niggling feeling in the pit of my stomach where I feared that Isabelle might misbehave and we would be judged. She’s quite the lively soul, very confident and knows her own mind. That dread slowly faded and our fears lifted as we learned that Isabelle adapts really well to change. In fact for her induction she never one looked back after she handed me her coat. I was both proud and saddened that she didn’t need me, I beaming with pride as she took it all in. She interacted, she learnt names, she helped others, it was like she had been there before. After her first session she could not wait to return.
It’s now almost two weeks since her first day and I know that even though I miss her, we made the right choice for her to start preschool, already she is coming on so well