I wish that I had the mind set of a 4 year old, particularly my 4 year old. He literally takes everything in life with a pinch of salt and not a care in the world, and I am envious of that. I want to be able to strut (yes he strut's) into a room and not give a flying frog what anyone thinks of me and to do whatever I fancy. This is what Finley does and he does it with such style, like he is in that foreign environment everyday, and I high five him for that because his confidence must come from his Daddy as it certainly isn't from me.
He started his new preschool Monday, after having to change preschools just 6 months previously, to the preschool in our soon to be home town. I was nervous as I wanted it to go well and also nervous due to the fact the friends he had made at his old preschool would not be there. His comfort if you like and his gang. He did have his best friend though who he has grown up with, so that was a positive but I wanted him to make other friends for his sake as well as Harry's because I didn't want him to get on Harry's nerves.
So the day came and he was so excited. We were far too early, my organisation skills had paid off and we were there 15 minutes early waiting. The gates opened and he waltz on in, stood at the door and waited for 9.15am to come and for them to let him in. The time came and he followed the crowd, I followed him with not a clue what we had to do but he really didn't seem to care. We saw all the other children hanging their coats and bags on the pegs so we followed suit and then went into the main hall. Here was where Harry took Finley to show him where his lunchbox and drink went and where I met his key worker. She was lovely, first impressions are always important and I liked her and Finley obviously did too as after a little chat and saying our goodbyes she took him away to play.
Now as much as I wanted him to get on well with no fuss, the whole not needing or wanting me really leaves me feeling lost. I loitered at the door, and I say loitered as I think they wanted to close it but with my big fat head there they couldn't. I was peering through the window to see how he was and even after only being in that room for a Halloween party last year, he looked at home. My heart expanded and cried at the same time for my big brave boy. I asked one of the staff some silly questions just to give myself meaning to being stood there and then toddled off with Noah and the pushchair.
I didn't want tears and I didn't want pulling at my legs, and he gave me just that. His confidence is amazing and I know that will get him far in life as well as that cheeky smile!
Upon picking him up, which I didn't at all run to, I was greeted by the biggest smile and hug, which after 5 hours of not seeing him was lovely. They told me how well he had done and how he was very chatty. They said he had fitted in perfectly which was just what I wanted to hear. This is the first piece of jigsaw for our new house and it is the one I was most nervous about, and it went well. I can now rest assured Finley has slotted right into the town how I wanted him too.