And so the time has come for the Ant to spread her wings and fly into the great big world of the nursery school. I am left feeling scared, nauseous, anxious and also a little proud. The only problem is that I have always viewed other people's children as little recreations of Children of the Corn. Should said little Corn Children touch my child I may reduce them to teeny kernels...
But tomorrow is a big day, and I suppose being a parent is filled with these big days.We fear for them, sometimes more than they do, but that's our job. I would still prefer though to go with her and to sit on one of those Lilliputian chairs and keep a watchful eye out for a little three-year-old Casanova.
Tomorrow my dear little Ant will become a Leaping Lamb....and her mother may become a nervous wreck.
