Bog Boy is off to school in the Autumn and on Thursday it was his last day at Nursery before the long summer holidays, in fact it was his last day ever.
I love his Nursery, it has no outside area, it gets overly hot in the summer and it has no acoustics to speak of so when all 40 of them are playing you are lucky if you can hear yourself think let alone speak!
Oh but it is a happy place, a refuge and just plain wonderful both my boys have been there and well I just wish I had more.
On Thursday when I went to pick up Bog Boy ran as usual to greet me:
Bog Boy: Muuummmyy! Mumum!
Me: Hellooo Monstrous! How ya doing?
Bog Boy, with huge grin: It’s my last time!
Well that’s not what I expected! I thought there’d be tears and crying. Oh God I am sure that he really shouldn’t be this pleased. It’s not as if he hates it here quite the opposite he loves it! Well maybe he’s not registered that it really is his last day…
Me: I know! Would you like to say good bye?
Heck, I am sure he’s going to say bye bye to everyone now. Maybe I shouldn’t have suggested it. We could be here ages. Maybe he’ll get upset. Too late now!
Bog Boy, yelling at the top of his voice: Good bye everyone!
That’s not quite what I expected. I glance over at Rosie who’s been there for ages and is one of Bog Boy’s favourite carers. She gives me a big grin.
Rosie: Oh Bog Boy we’re going to miss you!
Here we go then, huge tears and big hugs. I do love him…
Bog Boy: I know!