The Day Adam Went To Nursery
Today was my son’s first day to go to nursery, and I mean the first day ever. As many friends of mine already know, I’m strongly against sending children to daycare/nursery at young age, and by young I mean a few months old, unless of course, if the parent is a single working parent, or both parents were working and in no way could they support their family with only one job, but other than that, I have always believed that one of the parents or a really close and trusted relative should be the one caring for the child, until they’re big enough to join daycare/nursery. And to me, the ideal age for joining a nursery is 3, but it’s fine to send a child at the age of 1 1/2 years if the parents had to, not earlier than that (unless, as mentioned above it was an inevitable necessity).
All studies, and real life experiences, show that the first 3 years of a child’s life are the most important in terms of building up their character, and shaping up their whole personality. They’re the years that affect the child’s thinking, way of dealing with his/her environment, and give him/her this either pleasant or unpleasant approach of dealing with others around him/her. Therefore, I’ve always believed that if you want your child to grow up the way you want, and become the kind of person you wish for, then don’t trust anyone but yourself or someone who shares your same views on raising children, because when these 3 years pass, and they finally will, then it’ll be too late for regrets.
And I wanted Adam to be raised the way his father and I wanted him to be raised, I wanted him to be influenced by us, not some stranger I have no idea how they think and what they’ve been through; I’m not saying daycares/nurseries are dangerous or unreliable, I’m just saying, that whether we like it or not, a stranger will always be a stranger, even if they were better qualified than us educationally, and even if they were very well trained and full of love, they’ll still have their own touch on our children’s personalities, and although it turns out that this touch is mostly positive, but there is always a slight risk it might be negative, not to mention the impact of other children and the whole harsh routine of waking up really early to leave their homes and put up with a strict daily routine at a young age.
There will come a day when children can no longer enjoy the warmth of their home and the pampering of their parents as they’d love to, so why rush it if it’s coming anyway? why not strengthen this beautiful magical bond between a parent and their children, nurture them and provide them with love, care, compassion, and affection, to store for coming days, so that they can then reflect these beautiful feelings and use them when dealing with other people and children of their own! Again, this is my personal opinion, and I’m glad I was able to stick to it despite the never ending nagging of some people asking me to put my few months old son in a nursery and go do “something better”, like get a job or something, as if raising a positive confident compassionate responsible individual isn’t the best full time job anyone could ever have!
I’m glad that I gave Adam the love he deserves, and prepared him to face this life with good manners, simply because he knows deep in his heart, that I never tried to get rid of him or his responsibility, not for a second, and because he, although too young to really realize it, but he senses the love and care he was given and has enough stored in his heart while he’s away. I’m so proud of this fine “young man” he’s become, yes, a young man, because this is how I see him now, although only 3 years old, but being away from home, living his life, meeting new people, learning new things, and interacting with life on his own, all of this makes it seem like being a grown up, compared to the picture I still have of him when he was a helpless little baby sleeping on my shoulder not being able to even open his eyes more than a few minutes straight.
So yes I gave up my career, yes I limited my social life, but it’s all worth it, and if I go back in time, I will certainly do the same, because no employer in the world deserves me being around rather than being with my son, no food will be blessed with love and care, like a homemade meal, no one will ever be there for him 24/7, and every second of the day watching, teaching, playing and entertaining, like a parent doing all that with their child… so yes I chose my son, and yes I’m proud of it, and yes I’m thrilled I did so.
Here to you my beloved Adam, who is growing up and becoming more independent by the day, I love you, I’m proud of you, will always be there for you, and I really miss you and miss your chaos, your screaming, and your never-ending demands… so yallah, hurry back home 
- P.s. It’s really hard to split from your child after 3 years, and I think if I had a driving license valid for this country I would be either driving in circles around Adam’s nursery, or parking across the street watching the place trying to cover my face with a newspaper, or maybe blogging this from the cafe next to Adam’s nursery in which I’m sure I would’ve spent the whole first day, but I don’t, and this is forcing me to stay home waiting for the moment he’ll be returning home to share his big day events and stories with me; or maybe seek revenge for leaving him there alone… hmm, didn’t think of that, but will wait and see, I really hope that his experience was a positive and an enjoyable one.
your mom was saying after your phone call: “ya allah hl eman sho bteshbahni b9efat.ha” 
