My kid has officially metriculated (or whatever constitutes for same) from 8th Grade.
She's now a high school kid.
And therein lies the WTF... as in WHEN TF did this happen exactly?!
Five minutes ago she looked like this:
Okay she still looks like that
And now she's in high school!
So of course this week I've been terribly verklempt, thinking about all the firsts she's had in the last 8 or 9 years.
The first day of Kindergarten...
The first day of 1st Grade for that matter! I still remember thinking how big she was then.
Then there was the first day she started at her now-former middle school. They had moved the 5th Graders over there for that year to relieve the overcrowding and everyone was freaking out because OH GOD THE CHILDREN. Like somehow rubbing elbows with 6th graders was going to make them grow up too soon.
The Kid was unfazed.
The first day of 5th Grade was the BEST DAY EVAR
So of course this week I've been terribly verklempt, thinking about all the firsts she's had in the last 8 or 9 years.
The first day of Kindergarten...
The first day of 1st Grade for that matter! I still remember thinking how big she was then.
Then there was the first day she started at her now-former middle school. They had moved the 5th Graders over there for that year to relieve the overcrowding and everyone was freaking out because OH GOD THE CHILDREN. Like somehow rubbing elbows with 6th graders was going to make them grow up too soon.
The Kid was unfazed.
The first day of 5th Grade was the BEST DAY EVAR
She had a viola to play! New teachers to charm! Friends she'd been with for 2 years already!
I even remember her first orchestra concert. I remember even more, though, the last viola concert of 5th grade, which was also the last orchestra concert for the out-going 8th graders. I remember thinking that it was going to be ages before The Kid was playing *her* last 8th grade concert.
And now it's passed, and I realize that all those 8th graders from 3 years ago are now going to be Seniors in high school, and their parents are probably freaking out way more than I am.
But still...
There are so many more firsts to come!
The first day of Freshman Year, with all its awkwardness.
The first time she drives a car.
The first time I have to ground her ass for breaking curfew.
I know in 4 years I will be a complete mess, that the end of high school and graduation itself will mean my baby is truly grown up and on her way to a future, so I'm just going to relax and enjoy the next bit of time with her, because I know now for certain that what all those other parents, including my own, always said was, indeed, the absolute truth...
Time flies.
She'll never stop being a dork, though. Thank God.
I even remember her first orchestra concert. I remember even more, though, the last viola concert of 5th grade, which was also the last orchestra concert for the out-going 8th graders. I remember thinking that it was going to be ages before The Kid was playing *her* last 8th grade concert.
And now it's passed, and I realize that all those 8th graders from 3 years ago are now going to be Seniors in high school, and their parents are probably freaking out way more than I am.
But still...
There are so many more firsts to come!
The first day of Freshman Year, with all its awkwardness.
The first time she drives a car.
The first time I have to ground her ass for breaking curfew.
I know in 4 years I will be a complete mess, that the end of high school and graduation itself will mean my baby is truly grown up and on her way to a future, so I'm just going to relax and enjoy the next bit of time with her, because I know now for certain that what all those other parents, including my own, always said was, indeed, the absolute truth...
Time flies.
She'll never stop being a dork, though. Thank God.
2 comments:
I feel your pain! I can't believe my "little" girl just finished her first year of college. Your daughter seems to be on track in keeping her awesomeness. (Is that even a word?) As my dad used to say, "You done good, girl."
OMG starting high school is HUGE! I can't wait to hear about all the firsts. Promise you'll tell me stories.
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