I received an email from The Boy’s teacher this morning:
On Thursday, February 21st, we will have an open house from 7:45 am – 8:30 am for parents of kindergarteners to visit the first grade classrooms.
What?!? First grade already? How did my little boy grow up so fast?
It seems like just last week that I took him to his current school for his interview and beamed with pride as my then three-year-old painstakingly wrote his name on the application form. And it wasn’t long before that visit that I fretted he would never master potty-training.
Now he’s only about a foot shorter than I am, uses the potty like a pro (to the point that I send him into the men’s room by himself while I wait outside), has almost memorized “The Star Spangled Banner” on the guitar, and reads some books at a third-grade level.
And today, he’s touring the first grade classrooms at his school. Cute Husband and I are very excited for him, and we can’t wait to hear what he has to say about spending a few hours today as a first grader. We are both so incredibly proud of him.
But all the same… Who took my tiny baby and left me with this grade-schooler?