Nursery

Little A turned 2 (sketch still to come….(jumbled brain = jumbled everything else)

The next morning she started nursery (not that I was in a rush…) Of course she had no idea what was going on, she ran in without a care in the world, I ran in the other direction. It felt cruel, but she was ready, she just didn’t know it.

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On picking her up, two feelings, the first…well I’ve never felt more appreciated ever, slightly tinged with guilt. The second, on her part, utter relief that I’d returned.

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The next couple of mornings, she’d wised up of course and leaving was not as easy. On picking up she was ecstatic to see ‘tiny tumble’, ‘bunny’ , Oh, and Mummy. The next couple of mornings were a little better. Fifth or Sixth morning, not a whimper. My little Pro.

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