The Teen handed me a yellow packet:
“Here, Mommy. You have to read this.”
THIS is her high school information packet.
Cue the tears.
When did my child become old enough to go to high school?
My baby is not old enough to go to high school. I’m still dealing with the fact that I have a teen. Being in denial, I am that woman who claims that her teen is her sister, LOL. Not that I want to be young. Ugh, that was an awkward time.
Flashbacks, cue the wavy lines:
* The nurse smoking in the parking lot who threw her cigarette down to deliver GRock. She always did come with a bang.
* Waking her up ala Shirley MacClaine in Terms of Endearment because I thought she had stopped breathing.
* Dropping her off at daycare and returning at the end of the day to see her wailing her head off. Of course a week later, she was telling me to “Go ‘HEAD, Mommy”
* Following the school bus the first day of kindergarten only to be stopped by the principal. “We can handle this Mom,” she said, firmly guiding me to the door.
* Running red lights to get home when she couldn’t be found, only to discover her in a neighbor’s house watching Spongebob.
* Dropping her off at a Y dance and hearing, “You can leave.”
She’s not a baby anymore.
There is some good news for someone. I think my hair just started going gray. Aisle 6 here I come. Please have Fire Engine Red on constant order.