Second Grade and Second Thoughts

This morning I watched my baby girl march out the door with her purple backpack and zero backward glances, and I had to sit in the car for a full five minutes before I could drive away from school drop-off.

Second Grade and Second Thoughts

Seven years old. When did she get so tall? When did she start having opinions about her hair? When did she stop needing me to tie her shoes and start rolling her eyes when I try to fix her collar? I swear just yesterday she was clinging to my leg on the first day of kindergarten, and now she’s waving goodbye like I’m the one who needs reassurance.

Marcus keeps telling me this is what we want - confident, independent kids who aren’t afraid of the world. I know he’s right. I also know that watching your child become their own person is simultaneously the most beautiful and terrifying thing about being a mom. She’s not my little shadow anymore; she’s Sophie, and she’s magnificent.

Second grade, here we come. Mama might need a glass of wine tonight.