Wrigglebot had his first day at 3 year old activity group on Monday. I had to pack a lunch, I had to cover a book, I felt like my little Wrigglebot had suddenly grown up. I went to drop him off prepared for tears and so I stuck around for a little bit until he was busy doing a puzzle. I then told him I was leaving and he turned and grabbed me, this is it, I thought, this is when he pleads with me not to leave, but then he just hugged me, kissed me and calmly said ‘Bye Mummy.’ I was proud, and if I’m honest, a little disappointed. I know it is all a part of growing up but a few tears might have made me feel just a little better, a little more needed.

Then to cap it all off last night I had an information session about enrolling him for kinder next year. Now you may have thought that it would be all fairly straight forward but I kid you not it is as complicated as applying for uni. You attend open days before putting in preferences for both session times and kindergartens and then when it is all sorted with preference given to age you get your first round offer (I am not joking it is the same as uni) which you need to accept or reject within ten days before it is all finalised. I am just starting to realise that even though I keep telling Wrigglebot he is a big boy, as in ‘Big boys eat all their dinner,’ he really is.

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