I have a 2nd grader.
People, this is not possible. I am clearly far too young to have a child in 2nd grade. Moms of 2nd graders are experienced moms and real live grown-ups. They are older/oldish and their kids are really big. Not like me. I just had that kid!! Like, not that long ago. I clearly remember when he was 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and that just wasn't that long ago. Not 3+ years ago.
This means that in 3 more years, I'll have a freaking 5th grader!! See how wrong that is?
I tried to convince him to stay in bed and snuggle with me forever, pretty sure that we could pause time that way. He didn't want to, though. He wanted to start 2nd grade. He was excited and hardly even nervous; he had no idea that as I was buttoning his shirt, I was having thoughts of hiding us both in the hall closet until this whole 2nd grade thing passed.
Mr. Ashley took him to school and called me all teary-eyed afterward, both of us trying to figure out how we became parents of a 2nd grader so quickly. Somehow my baby turned into a handsome, confident big boy and I'm not even sure exactly when or how it happened.
As Big Kid would say, it happened "because life goes." That's the part of life I like the least, though.
What can you do?
(No, really. I'm asking.)
Stay tuned for "How in the hell did my little baby get in pre-k and why won't he wear what I tell him?" later today. Pre-k starts at 12:30.