Last day

For Squiffany that is, at her nursery school. She had made cards and keyrings for all the staff and strode in ahead of me to put her bag on its peg and rummage around for them. She took each to its recipient and told them it was a little present because it was leaving. I felt all poignantly emotional, which was quite absurd – after all, Pugsley will be starting there in September … I suppose it’s because she seems so little to be starting school in a few weeks. Only half days to begin with, but then she will be only four and a half.

She’s really grown up in the past couple of months though and it’s been interesting to see. She had been, for a few weeks, tearful (though uncomplaining) when left there, and anxiously asked to be handed over to a teacher rather than left to play or start one of the activities. Then, at a trip to the dentist, she was told that she should stop sucking her thumb (which she didn’t do a lot, mostly to get to sleep) as her teeth were starting to push forward. She and her parents talked it over and they bought some of the bitter liquid for discouraging nail biting, and also did a star chart. But it was neither of those things that stopped her, she just decided to and did it. She forgot a couple of times the first day, and then just didn’t put her thumb in her mouth again. So the star chart was used for not crying at nursery – and with that little bit of encouragement, she decided not to cry. Being a practical little girl, she chose to start playing with another child whom she liked and she’s not looked back. On Thursday, she was so busy playing that she forgot to say goodbye to me and I was left waving to the back of her head.

Tilly is lying on the sofa, wagging her tail at me. She’s exerting Power of Tilly, because she wants me to tickle her tummy. Now she’s rubbing her head with her paws. She knows I can’t resist. The tail is wagging again – I’ll have to go.

7 comments on “Last day

  1. Z

    It’s tomorrow – we’re up to date with preparations. Later, we’ll get everything on the dining room table and check it off against the list ready to be loaded into the car tomorrow.

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  2. Z

    Don’t worry Rog, the china will remain safely under lock and key until we leave. It’s all the other stuff on the list that’s taking up half the table.

    You’ve seen my way with a mug of tea, haven’t you? I am given to sweeping gestures, it’s true. And statements, of course.

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  3. sablonneuse

    Isn’t it amazing how small children are more grown-up than they appear – you just have to get to know them.
    My first job was in a secondary school and then I went to an Infants’ school (doubt this would be possible nowadays). Any ideas that the four to five years olds were ‘babies’ were soon banished. They were already little ‘people’ with their own very well developed characters.

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  4. Dave

    Too busy now, I assume, to write us a fresh post to enjoy. Have a good sale, and we’ll wait to hear all about it tomorrow.

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  5. Z

    They certainly are, Sandy. And it’s a lovely age, when they’re at infant school.

    Thank you Dave. I’m going to prepare a lot of food next – I found a long time ago that we get exhausted if we don’t refuel frequently and that’s not a good idea if you’re handling china because you can become clumsy.

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