Third grade really is a pivotal yearânot just academically, but emotionally and sociallyâ and in all the subtle ways, kids start stepping into themselves. Itâs not just the shift in classroom expectations; itâs everything else.
This fall, my son joined kid-pitch baseball for the first time. He practiced endlessly on his pitching, determined to take the mound âand he did. Watching him struggle through his first inning, knowing I couldnât step in or give him a quick pep talk between batters, was a moment that mirrored so much of what this school year has felt like so far.
And now, thereâs the new line I hear more often from him: âI know, Mom.â Itâs a small phrase, but it carries the weight of his growing away and me slowly finding myself on the sidelines. While I know this was bound to happen (our kids canât stay little forever), it doesnât make this quiet shift any easier.
Continue reading

