By the time my son was 9 months old, I was ready to go back to work. My first thoughts were thoughts of worry. Who was going to look after my precious baby boy? I began searching for nurseries before I got my job, I wanted to plan, prepare and be ready.
My niece was already in nursery at 6 months old, and she developed really quickly. Pressure began to build because my son had really slowed down on the talking and babbling.
My search for nurseries continued, as did my job search. I began to get extremely disheartened at the fact I was not being employed. More so because I knew my son needed to go to nursery. I knew he needed to mingle with other children, and I thought that would be the answer to his developmental skills.
I panicked, and panicked some more, until I began to get so negative, I slowed down.
I thought it was in my best interest to focus on all the things I could do for my son, ensuring he was ready for school if he didn’t make it to go to nursery.
The 15 hour free nursery education only applied to children at 3 years old and above and I felt as though I could most definitely not sit around unemployed until then.
I began to scour the web for educational toys and books, which I thought would help my baby develop, and had already bought flash cards for him from before he was born.
I bought as much educational toys and books as I could, and spent hundreds of pounds in WH Smith, Amazon and Argos. I worked day and night with my son. I sat down a devised an exciting plan to get him on the level I knew he was capable of.
The days were planned with a few sessions of flash cards, me rolling around on the ground improvising animal behavior! Followed by reading stories and practicing various puzzles.
I always made sure we had time for fresh air, playtime at the park and visits two -three times a week to our local children’s centre.
All this immense amount of time spent working with my son had really made me proud. I was just as proud of myself, as to my son. I knew I’d worked really hard with him and I had seen the progress.
16 months quickly flew by, and by then my son was two. As it happened, I finally managed to secure myself a decent job and my son began nursery.
Nursery was great for him. My last resort was my best decision. It really helped build his social skills and he loved playing with the other children.
At his parents meetings, the teachers were surprised he was the same child that started just a while back, who was barely saying a few words. The same child with the limited vocabulary, or so they thought. They commended me. They gave me lots of praise and told me that the knew how hard I worked with my son. They even thanked me. Tears began to fill my eyes. I was overwhelmed.
I continued to work with my son, day and night, no matter how tired I got, and if I saw him looking tired, I changed it up abit. Flash cards quickly turned into phonics lessons in which I endured colouring and drawing pictures beginning with the same letters I was showing him.
Educational puzzles quickly got boring, so I had to be quick on implementing new ideas, using paints, scissors and cards to create our own. Books were always one of his favorites and I made it a habit to visit our local library at least once a week.
Three years flashed right before my very eyes, and I felt my son was more than ready for school. Last day of nursery saw ten to fifteen children graduate, to prepare for primary school.
At his nursery graduation I couldn’t hold back the tears. Streams we’re rolling down my face as my four year old stood on stage in front of an audience and spelt the words ‘Cat’ , ‘Sun’ ‘Wet’ and ‘Dog’ with no hesitation, all on his own. I knew he was ready. More than ready.
At his tender age of seven today, I have been blessed and fortunate. My son has been placed in top sets in both English and Math, and has a dedicated teacher working with children with higher learning abilities. He has been featured in school newsletters, and been awarded medals and continuous certificates from the head teacher and last year was nominated as a school counselor, as he is deemed a role model.
The feelings that you have done and still are doing your very best is indescribable. Without private tuition, high funds or childcare at the earliest time, I was still able to be the most promising tutor for my son.