Dear Teacher, Tomorrow, I will put my daughter on a bus and send her off to an exciting new school year. 2nd grade is a year I honestly never really envisioned when I held that beautiful baby in my arms and dreamt of her future. It’s tucked between the major milestones of starting Kindergarten and becoming one of the “big kids” in 3rd grade. After giving it more thought, my memories of 2nd grade are far more vivid than that of Kindergarten and 1st grade. 2nd grade was the year when I first remember kids being mean. It’s when I learned to jump rope and ride my bike without training wheels. Even considering those memories, when I look at my daughter, I still see that tiny little baby who made me cry when she first said, “Momma” and I see the little girl that I just dropped off at school on her first day of Kindergarten.
A Letter to My Daughter's Teacher
A Letter to My Daughter's Teacher
A Letter to My Daughter's Teacher
Dear Teacher, Tomorrow, I will put my daughter on a bus and send her off to an exciting new school year. 2nd grade is a year I honestly never really envisioned when I held that beautiful baby in my arms and dreamt of her future. It’s tucked between the major milestones of starting Kindergarten and becoming one of the “big kids” in 3rd grade. After giving it more thought, my memories of 2nd grade are far more vivid than that of Kindergarten and 1st grade. 2nd grade was the year when I first remember kids being mean. It’s when I learned to jump rope and ride my bike without training wheels. Even considering those memories, when I look at my daughter, I still see that tiny little baby who made me cry when she first said, “Momma” and I see the little girl that I just dropped off at school on her first day of Kindergarten.