Roy and I were talking today about Taylor starting school in September. THIS September. He turned four in November last year and has been chomping at the bit to get his blue jumper and blue book bag, just like his brother ever since. Where does the time go?
Currently Taylor is out of the house four days a week, two at the local nursery/pre-school and two with his fabulous childminder, Clare. I’m pretty sure Taylor hasn’t realised that going to big school means no longer going to Clare’s house so there are bound to be in tears come July (mine and his).
We decided that to ease the transition between a nursery/CM setting and school that Taylor would join his big brother in the fab local holiday playscheme over the summer which is located in a building on the school grounds. He’ll love it there I’m sure and will be mixing with children who are older so it’s a positive however my youngest being old enough to go seems ridiculous.
Don’t get me wrong, we are similarly excited about Taylor moving on up to school. He is at that fabulous age when he acts very much like a sponge, soaking up information and experiences like nothing else. I’ll be very proud watching him go into his reception classroom with his jumper slightly too long to grow into and shiny shoes just waiting to be scuffed. Biff, Chip and Kipper will be back in my life and I’ll be once again find myself hunting for costumes for dress up days.
Reception and Infant years are all coming back to me now….
In the main though it’ll be great.
It seems like the end of an era however we have to think of it I suppose as an exciting new start rather than an ending. Who else has not-so little ones going to school in September?
