Terrified for second grade

Let the record state that this is me trying not to talk about my pregnancy.

I have to be honest, I’m terrified about second grade.

Luckily, I’m the only person who seems to feel this way. Harrison talks every day about how much he’s going to love his teacher and how great second grade will be. Personally, all I can think about is, “What if she recognizes me?” Will the memory of last year’s newspaper debacle ruin my child’s life? Did my thoughtlessness predestine him for dislike? I’m hoping that if, by chance, she does recognize me or him, she’ll feel sorry for my boy that he’s got such a horrible mother and be kind to him anyway.

I’m sure this is just a transference of pent-up labor anxiety, but I find myself praying fervently repeatedly throughout the day that his teacher sees the wonderfulness in him and not the horribleness in me. I’ve considered a million first day of school bribes; cinnamon rolls, bushels of apples, hundred dollar bills–nothing sounds quite right.

In the end, I think I’ll just put this in Father’s oh-so-capable hands and let Harrison draw her a picture (since he’s planning on it anyway). Maybe send a few M&M’s to sweeten the deal.

I hate the first day of school. It’s way worse as a parent than it ever was as a child.


  1. Oh, no! I completely forgot about that whole debacle. Hopefully, they have too.

  2. I know nothing of this newspaper debacle of which you speak. But I do know that people tend not to forget things like that, and a batch of sweet rolls with a note along the lines of “Heh, heh, bygones be bygones and all that jazz” covereth a multitude of sins.

  3. The stress of “will the teacher and the other kids like him (my son)” is killing me! Lol!

  4. I also don’t know anything about the debacle, but I have found in my own life (through 11 kids and numerous mistakes) that the best thing to do is a straight out apology and a homemade treat. You can’t determine whether or not someone forgives you, but you can willingly apologize and hope for the best. Most teachers have been good to my kids even if they have issues with me.

  5. it doesn’t get any better as the children get older. I still cry every September when my children start school again. i worry all day about how it is going. My oldest is 13 and starting a new school on crutches soon. I can already feel my panic.

  6. No idea about the debacle. Hopefully, teacher has also forgotten. If she hasn’t forgotten, hopefully she adopts the philosophy of not punishing the child for the parents…

  7. Wear sunglasses and a big hat every time you go to the school. They’ll never recognize you.

  8. My second grader started school this week and since we just moved last week, I was nervous for him too. He’s seems to be fine and has made most of fears be unfounded. We’ll see, but I understand how you feel. It’s hard when things happen because of us (me: a move, you: a debacle) and we fear the effects on our children. I get it.