Oh, Second Grade! You are so big all of the sudden. So independent. No mothers needed in the classroom. You are responsible for writing your homework down and making sure it is completed. You think you need me until you see your friends and then off you go.
Your teacher seems nice, Second Grade, but I don't think she will take any nonsense. She keeps talking about procedures and I'm beginning to wonder if you will actually be obtaining your medical degree this year, which would be cool cause mamma needs new shoes.
And speaking of shoes, we've discussed the size of yours previously. Stop growing, Second Grade!
When I took your photo this morning in front of the door like all other years, the change in you from last year was amazing.
Second Grade, you are turning into a little man and I am so proud of you.
Edited to add: For comparison, here he is first day of kindergarten.