Mommy, I can register for _____ and ____. The teachers have to recommend me for the AP classes, I think they will. What do you think?
I was speechless, stunned, fighting back tears, as I listen to my excited not-so-little-girl go on and on about registering for her high school classes. We spoke about it all week. Now it’s actually here. I offered weak feedback, before saying, Can we talk about it when I get home? Then I can see what you mean.
She has goals. She is determined. She is motivated. College already on her mind. She is growing up. My heart is swelling with pride. My heart is hurting. Time is flying by so quickly. Inside I want to tell her Stop! Slow down! I want to cover my ears and not hear it. But I know that this is all apart of the process. This is what I have prepared her for – I just forgot to prepare myself.
Dear Mom, You get mad at me for not acting my age, and then start crying because I’m ‘growing up too fast.’ Sincerely, pick one! Unknown
How does a parent prepare themselves for their children to grow up and one day leave them? I suppose we should know it’s inevitable. We did the same thing. It’s not the end. It’s not goodbye. And, in my case, this is only high school! I still have time to prepare myself. After the first, the next two will come and go so swiftly after. I suppose that’s what happens when you are the mother of stair step children…
*Image from MB’s high school registration sheet. Go Cardinals!