Our journey to nursery. A year ago I lost my job. Our mornings changed dramatically. From the pressure of being out of the house at a certain time. Into the car. Dashing back to grab forgotten items. Stress levels rising. On the accelerator to nursery. Drop. Wave. Gone. Next focus the traffic. The clock ticking. That routine was replaced by a walk, the hours are different and if we are little bit late, no problem, time is ours. My son scoots and I walk. We chat. In the past few weeks, at his request, (I am assuming it’s a boy thing) we have used to walk to learn the symbols and names of different makes of cars. His time at nursery is ending, soon to be replaced by summer holidays and then school in September. His understanding of letters and numbers has developed considerably. This morning we played I-spy, rather than “I-spy something blue”, we played with actually letters; T for tree. F for Ford. A for Audi. It made me smile a big proud Mother smile. I treasure the every day routine of our journey to nursery. I don’t remember much of my own time at nursery and I imagine school will create an explosion of new experiences, friendships and memories. I am very grateful for the every days I’ve had over the last year. The time for ordinary stuff. I appreciate it can’t last, but I am hoping the memories will.
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