We’re currently on the hunt for a nursery for H-Bear. He’s getting to the age where he’d really benefit from some independent socialising with children his own age, without me around, for a day a week. I could also do with some more work time.
But H-Bear is a wild thing. His natural habit is the woods, or a big open space. And the nurseries in our area seem to have small, confining rooms, which lack in outside areas.
They feel forced. And I think he would feel shut-in.
He would also have to go into the baby room in one of the nursery’s for the next three months until he turns two. H-Bear is past the baby stage – and with an older sister to admire and look up to, he feels older and (in some ways) more capable than Busby did at this age. He’s certainly more physically able.
I long to find him a nursery with a forest school attached. Or somewhere with a proper garden; one that isn’t caked in tarmac. A place where they go outside no matter what the weather.
His wellington boots are his most used pair of shoes. All of his coats are caked in mud. This boy needs fresh air and freedom.
This childcare malarkey is certainly mind boggling… and how different two children can be! Busby would have slotted in perfectly to the nursery we saw last week when she was H-Bear’s age, but I just can’t see him there.
So what do we do next? Do we look further afield? Do we consider a child-minder? Where will you go little bear?