I was two and a half on 12 May, and since Christmas really, Mummy has been thinking about me starting playgroup.
Mummy and I go most Mondays to a mother and toddler play session at my local play centre, Mummy stays, whilst I play.
I am a bit unsure around other tots – I am ok with babies, but I am shy with toddlers my age. I am slowly getting a bit more confident, but I really like knowing Mummy is there. She nips out to get a coffee, or pops to the loo, and that is ok because I know she will be right back.
I just love being with Mummy. I have been a bit more clingy the last week or so, I only want Mummy to change my nappy, or feed me, or dress me. Now, I have had big sis Lea helping Mummy to look after me, almost as much as Mummy does, and I love her so much, but I just want Mummy.
Well, although I know Mummy wants to be with me all the time too, she has decided that next week, for definite, I am starting playgroup. Mummy can come come with me, and stay with me, for the first few times, to settle me in.
I think it will be ok. It will only be for two hours in a morning. Probably two mornings a week.
I will miss Mummy, and I know she will miss me.
Pickle is my last baby.
I know that I am hanging onto him as tightly as I can.
But I also know that he needs to go to playgroup.
All my other children had started playgroup much younger than Pickle is.
He is SO bright and clever, he will love it I am sure.
I could really use the extra free time to work.
I just know that it is the start of the slippery slope to more sessions, then school.
Can’t I just pause time for a little while, please?
I will take him next week, I will be happy and smiley for him.
I will hide the little bit of sadness inside me.
How did you feel when your little one started playgroup?