The vase cracks.
It was T’s last day at nursery today.
Mr. BK said his goodbyes yesterday and it was my turn this morning. We arrived at 9am; typical last day of term with kids bringing home made cards and boxes of chocs for the nursery teacher. I presented Mrs E. with her bottle of wine (well, I bet they get genuinely fed up with all that chocolate) and agreed to wait the 15 minutes till T’s LSA arrived. So I hung around on the sidelines while T pootled about. So far so good.
 But when D, the LSA arrived and I presented her with a bottle of bubbly, I started to blub! And I couldn’t stop. And then I set her off. It got worse when she presented me with a beuatiful photo album full of pictures of T at nursery. In the end I had to beat a hasty retreat back to the car to fix my mascara. And I was shaking all the way to work.
 Needless to say, T was oblivious to all this.
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CarerQuie Said,
July 22, 2006 @ 7:56 am
Leaving a successful placement is so hard.I’m sure that T will be fine in his new school;you just don’t know it yet.xx
Busyknitter Said,
July 22, 2006 @ 8:04 am
Oh it\’s OK, I do know it. Everyone knows it. Lovely as nursery has been for him, T is so ready for school. That wasn\’t what it was about.
It was just a bit shocking to be suddenly transformed from my normal unflappable self into a blubbing mess. Where did all that emotion come from?
ali Said,
July 22, 2006 @ 11:22 am
These moments do hit you sometimes don’t you. I cracked up at the doctors this week (see my blog). Maybe its the heat