...the more they REALLY stay the same. Like, actually the same. As in, my child has somehow been wearing the same uniform shorts since he was in 5 year old kindergarten.
Today was his first day in second grade. And before I go on about how my string bean-y child has gotten taller but not wider, let us just pause for a moment while I freak out:
SECOND GRADE!!! HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!?? For some reason, second grade has hit me harder than first grade. It seems so much more like a big kid grade, in a way that first grade didn't really, at least to me. He was totally fine this morning - in fact, I had to stick my face in between his and the letter he was reading at his desk in order to get a goodbye from him - but I am sitting in my office a little teary-eyed, feeling like the years are passing far too quickly.
And while I'm still feeling teary-eyed and sentimental, I should probably mention how awesome the Bomber's school is. It has often been said that our school community is like a family, and this couldn't be more true - we love and support one another, hang out with each other, and sometimes we annoy each other, but we always know we can depend on each other, and not just the other families in our children's grades, but EVERYONE. All the teachers know all the children, the big kids look out for the little ones, and our children know that this is a place where they can feel safe and secure. For people like us, whose biological families are far away, it's comforting to know our other family is there for us.
Okay, break's over.
Tears and sentimental journeys aside, I realized something incredible this morning. The H-bomb has apparently been growing upwards, but not outwards. How do I know this? Because the shorts he wore to 5K, when he was just a wee sprout, heading out into the big wide world of elementary school:
Are the same shorts he wore on the first day of first grade:
And again today, on the first day of second grade:
Granted, he's showing a little more knee these days, but nothing outrageous... I'm thinking if I let the hems down, he could wear them to his first day of third grade, too.
