Fifth Grade. FIFTH GRADE!! Already!??
On his very first day of Junior Kindergarten, I was so anxious about letting him go that I rode the bus with him. I was “that” mom. Poor, embarrassed, horrified little man. He was so ready to be independent already, even back then. I was the one who had separation anxiety. Here’s a flashback six years:
And now he’s 10. Six years just flew by. He’s not as tolerant of having his photo taken these days, but a little bribery helped. Good luck in Grade Five, buddy. You’ve got this.