Around 6:30 pm, I dropped my oldest off for her formal 8th grade dance. Now, I’m just waiting for her to text me to come get her. When we got to her school earlier, my eyes started getting a little watery when I saw all those big kids in the front all dressed up; my daughter is part of that group of 8th graders. She is growing up and there is nothing I can do about it. I can wish for the time to slow down all I want, but time has its own callous agenda to stick to.
Around 5:00 pm, I helped her get ready. I curled her long, thick, dark brown hair, which took about a little over 30 minutes. I went ahead and put some make-up on her. And of course, as her mother, I warned her that too much make-up is not a good look. She asked when I started wearing make-up and I told her my parents allowed me to wear make-up when I was 17 and the same will go for her, except on occasions like today. I know how fast those three years will go by. :/
It seems like everything is going a little too fast for my liking. She turned 14 last month. She is almost as tall as me and I’m starting to think that she might end up being taller than 5’5″. A couple of days ago, we went to the high school she will be attending for the orientation. I felt excited for her and a little sad at the same time. In 11 days, my daughter will no longer be a middle school student. I am still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that my daughter will be starting high school in August. I am not ready.
I have to say that I am very proud of Arianna. She came a long way. When she first started Kindergarten, she had extra help from school with speech therapy and it was determined that she had a learning disability. She still has IEP, but if you see how she is now, you would have never guessed. She may be a late bloomer, but she is the kind of girl who works hard to accomplish her goals because she has a desire to succeed.
I still remember when she was in the 2nd grade; when I dropped her off at our usual spot, she mentioned how big those 5th graders were right before she got out of the car. And I remember I brought it up to her when she was in the 5th grade because she mentioned how small the 1st graders looked and she chuckled because she was now one of those big kids. Where does the time go?
Now she is worried about all the bigger kids in high school because she doesn’t know what to expect and how she will be treated. The orientation and the tour calmed her nerves. She noticed that she was taller than some of the older kids that were there to assist with the orientation. I think that kind of helped ease her imagination. I told her one day soon, she will be a senior herself. And you know what? I don’t want to think that far ahead, lol. So, I will end it here for now.
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