My attempt at honesty in motherhood

Saturday, September 04, 2010

Second Grader

Sorry that these things are all out of order... I'm tired.

Last Wednesday, Nate started second grade.  HOLY MOLY--I have a second grader!  I'm glad I'm still not thirty, or I might have completely lost it.  Nate did wonderfully, loved his teacher and had a great day.  The real test is always whether or not he wants to go back the second day, which he did, so we'll call it a huge success.  Nate's teacher is Mr. Stovall, a Van Hise alumni, like myself, and Nate's classroom is my old fifth grade classroom.  What a small world.  Madison schools received funding to have parent conferences during the first week of school, so we've already met with Mr. Stovall, something that I greatly appreciate.  It was nice to be able to tell him about Nate, his strengths and weaknesses, and my concerns and aspirations for him.  I really like Mr. Stovall and feel like he'll be a fantastic match for Nate's personality and growing self.

I must admit that despite this being his third year of school, I still spent all of Wednesday in tears.  Abbie will attest that these weren't small sad moments, but huge heaving sobs, for a good part of the day.  I guess that I just loved having Nate home with me all summer and felt a pretty big hole without him.  But Thursday was better, especially once I knew he liked school, and now we are already back into our old school rhythm.  I like that.
Finding old buddies on the playground is always exciting.  
Nate's 1st grade class was split into five different second grade classes, so he only knew a couple of kids in his class (a 2/3 class).  One of these guys was in his kindergarten class and the other he knew from the playground--They were happy to find each other in Mr. Stovall's line that morning.
The required desk picture.  I wonder when Nate will tell me I can't do this anymore?
I wanted Nate to have something special to come home to, especially since I didn't know how his day had gone.  Baking also helped keep me busy, which sort of, maybe, lessened my sobfest.  Who doesn't love a massive chocolate chip cookie?

1 comment:

  1. Awww. You're a great mom, much like my own. My mom always cried the first day of school, and she always baked cookies that first day. I'm sure Nate knows how much you love him, and I'm sure he'll have a great year!

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