In the morning I will have an official 3rd grader. THIRD GRADE. That's like almost middle school. She will be on the top level of the school, moving closer out the door. She's starting to like boys and some of her friends are wearing bra's. My baby loves music and can wiggle her little hips quite well. She loves to listen to Taylor Swift and sing as loud as she can. She starts cheerleading next week and is soooo excited to do it.
My baby. sigh.
She is so grown in many ways but still my baby too.
We talk about anything and everything. I love that she talks to me and I always encourage it. I hate that she is away from me for so many hours a day so I like to get all the gossip when I finally see her.
Tonight we prepared all of her stuff for the 1st day of school so it will be ready in the morning. Book bag is ready, shoes by the door, clothes picked out and hairstyle has been thought of.
Oh wait, she said, she remembered that we always read Twas the night before Kindergarten every year on the night before school starts. Every year I change the grade to the grade she will be entering on the next day. It really touched my heart that she remembered this and its such a fond memory of hers. In the book the parents cry but the kids don't. She said but mom you never do that......oh sweet child, I have every year and I'm sure I will tomorrow too. I just hide it well. (I didn't tell her this....I told her I was proud of her and knew what a big girl she was and that she would be fine)
3rd grade is so old.