Today is my little boy’s last day of nursery before he starts ‘big school’ in 3 weeks time. It seems like a momentous occasion, and one that will totally pass him by.
When I picked him up yesterday he was running around happily with his friends so totally engrossed in playing ‘Ben 10’, that he didn’t notice Baby H and I watching. Despite all his protestations about not wanting to go to nursery I think secretly he really enjoys it.
Deep down I know that Reception year is just an extension of nursery and there will be plenty more running around the garden with the boys, but still I feel a bit sad for him, and sad for me. My baby boy is growing up.