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?