It was a bright sunshiny day here in England! So sunshiny, in fact, that at 9:30 pm as I start this, it’s still not dark. It will be fine – I have coffee for the morning when the world decides to wake at 0400.
Something curious has happened over the last couple of days, since Mr. W hit the 18 month mark. He’s growing up, you see.
For one, he’s growing. You’ve never seen something so tiny put away so many blueberries and hummus. He’s taller, so I’m glad his recent middle of the night milk demands are paying off.
Also: in 2 days’ time, he has demonstrated to me that he can, in fact, climb all the way to the top and slide all the way down by himself. He can step up and step down. He can hold his own against a giant 4 year old who’s playing “get the pretty baby.” He can carry a bucket of rocks three blocks, he can run ahead without fear, he can spend an hour playing in a new nursery without batting an eye. He can demand I help him practice his words and animal sounds the entire drive home.
Basically, he’s convinced me that we’re doing a good job, and that he’s ready for a bigger adventure.
We had a magically fun day today. The kind of day that I can feel good about as a stay-at-home mom. But the truth is, most days aren’t so playful. Most days I have to cook us all real food and do many more chores. Most days don’t accommodate playing in the park past nap time. And most days out of summer are just cold and dreary. So.
We’re considering part-time nursery, just a couple of mornings a week. It’s an idea we’ve tossed around for a while, my husband more seriously than me. I’ll admit I’m enamored with the idea of a teeny bit of time each week to focus on the things I want to get done. But I’ll also admit that I’ve felt like it would be a bit of an indulgence. Up until now.
Now I see that he’s craving more connections, more stimulation, more to explore. After that hour in the nursery, I saw a world of possibility for learning that I couldn’t even dream of creating. Especially because every activity that I’ve tried from Pinterest has been a complete dud.
It feels like it’s time to let my little birdie test his wings a bit… would you agree?