If I was 3 years old and I walked into Emily's nursery I would think that I'd died and gone to heaven. Tables filled with playdough, puzzles, painting, wood shavings with hidden treasures, a dress up and play house, sand and water boxes and a ratio of 1 adult to every 4.5 children. Miss Balsom her teacher, is as pretty, blonde and soothing as her name implies and Emily took an instant shine to her. At her induction day, I left her getting stuck into bright yellow playdough and when I collected her an hour later she was sat in the same spot chatting away to the other little ones. On her first day proper, she needed to be reminded to say goodbye to me and was far too busy for a kiss. At pick up time, she bounced from the classroom, bunches askew sporting a very tired, very happy face. Emily takes most things in her stride and she has done much this week to make the first difficult days easier for us and allowed me to concentrate on her less socially confident sister. I was inordinately proud of Emily again this morning as she sauntered in amidst clinging classmates and crying contemporaries. The same spirit that exasperates and exhausts me sometimes has allowed her to pass this first test with flying colours. Way to go Emily!
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