I finally cut the cord and just left my baby in second grade.
Each year on his first day I stick around for a while, make sure he's adjusting well, answer any questions I can, help new staff understand the quirks. Each year I think my stay gets a little shorter and a little shorter.
He still has his wonderful ed tech, this is her third year working with him now. I can't imagine what kind of helicopter mom I would be without her. She provides him so much stability and comfort.
I took such care packing his bag this morning, checking everything over and over again. So much stuff for a little guy to have to carry around. He always manages though.
I watched his excitement as he realized this is the year he gets to play on the big kid playground, the same one Corbin has been on for a couple of years now. I watched him run right in the middle of a kickball game and watched his brother gently guide him out of harm's way.
I watched him lead his class into his new room, with a little hesitation as he thought about heading back to his 1st grade room. I watched him easily find his hook and his seat and put away all of his things.
I watched him color, cut, and write. I watched him do his art project his own way, no need to follow the
I watched him get his backjack chair for circle and still slump down like a wet noodle.
I watched him go with his class to art. I watched him obsessively stop at every water fountain (even though he's not suppose to) and do a sort of tap dance down the hall so his new shoes could touch every single different colored tile there was.
Most of all I watched his affect. And he's happy. He is really happy to be at school. That is all I really needed to see.