Today, 23 years to the day after I graduated from high school, my first-born finished first grade. With his trademark humor, sass, and charm.
I have to admit, we weren’t sure how it would go. He switched from a school with small classes in kindergarten to a school where he was one of twenty-six students in his first-grade class, and one of 120 first-graders in the school. Traditionally, Theo hasn’t done particularly well in crowded situations. But he did it…and he rocked it. He made it until May before declaring he hated school and didn’t want to go. Last year he only made it to January, so this is big progress!
He made it through daily homework (the math almost killed me, so good for him for powering through!), first-grade playground drama, and learning to write an entire paragraph in one sitting. He learned to read and that he loves science and isn’t overly keen on math. He made friends and loved his teacher so much that he declares if he’s not assigned to the second-grade room where she’ll occasionally be helping out, he’ll “just die!”
It wasn’t without its bumps along the way, but he made it. And I couldn’t be prouder of him. Rock on, Theo!