First Days
Tomorrow is the first day at nursery for my daughter.
She was born in late May 2025, so is just over seven months old. She seems far too small to be leaving with other people but alas, the time has come for my wife to go back to work.
It's going to be a tough day and the anticipation of the 'night before' is even worse. Growing up, I hated school. There was a TV show on every Sunday evening, and I knew that when that TV show ended, it was time for bed. I remember the stomach-drop feeling when the closing credits theme tune (Heartbeat, by Buddy Holly) started blaring from the TV. I can still hear it now: "Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby kisses me..." Bleurgh...
I am sure she'll settle in brilliantly, make lots of friends and develop quickly. In fact, I am sure this is the best thing for her. Try as we might, my wife and I can't give her the social stimulation that a room-full of babies can, nor the intellectual stimulation of the mountains of toys waiting for her. It might be a rocky start, but she'll love it before long.
It's still a tough rite of passage of parenthood, though.