My girls came home Friday from nursery with a little bag containing a book with letters in, a pen and a laminated sheet with the alphabet on. They were so incredible excited and wanted to get home quickly to “do their homework” I had to pinch myself to remember they are 3 year olds!
Homework is a concept they’re very familiar with having an older brother. He is really good at getting it done (at the moment anyhow!) as it’s set on a Friday so he completes it over the weekend. Sometimes he has maths puzzles or other times there’s work on the computer. He always has spellings which he has to sit and practise. All in all, for an 8 year old he has a fair bit to do. I cast my mind back to him in nursery and he never really did much “practical learning” as such.
The girls started nursery four months ago and I have to say, I’m amazed. They can spell their names and can also write them, albeit not perfectly. At home I used to do very basic lettering before starting but never in a million years would have thought they’d be this stage at such a little age.
This “homework” isn’t really homework. It’s an extension of nursery and really just there to help them draw out letters with the ability to wipe it away. The phonics book is probably more for parents who aren’t familiar with all the sounds and how they are taught. I can’t lie, it was a big thing thinking my 3 year olds had homework. It made me realise, we are on the road galloping towards school. This concept of homework is going to be a reality soon and instead of me asking one child, it’ll be three.
When people ask if I’m having any more children, situations like this make me realise anymore would somehow feel selfish. Whilst the girls are about to gain a huge sense of independence, with it brings a whole new level of need for individual one on one time. I already am wondering how I’ll split myself three ways equally when they need help with homework or I’m needed to go into class, that the thought of adding another makes my mind feel frazzled. I want to be able to be the best I can for the three babies I have.
The girls have absolutely relished the fun aspect of practising their letters and you can tell they feel grown up, like their big brother when they tell relatives they have “homework”For me, it’s a dawning realisation of how quickly time is passing and I’ll soon be lining up three school bags by the front door.