No, I don't plan on making a habit of walking down memory lane, but it's significant, and I have time right now. I'm in my senior year of college, with two years of grad school to follow and this semester I have Microbiology, Biochemistry, and Human Physiology - with labs. That sucks.
But, in 6 days My Bug - My Joy - my one and only baby turns 10. She's a tween and wants a mixture of the seemingly typical things - a guitar, baby brother, music, movies, and a webkinz. She doesn't like reading, it's tough for her, so she'd rather I kept the books, and doesn't ask for clothes because she wears a uniform to school. 10 - the start of that weird assed awkward time between child and teen. She swims and likes to cook and while she hates going to her school she likes going to mine. That she'll have to go to college sometime hasn't entered her mind yet.
I could've sworn I brought her home from the hospital yesterday. She rolls her eyes and says in the appropriate exasperated tween voice "But mom, I'm 9, not a baby." I have friends whose boys are in high school, one of my nephews is in college another is a freshman, and there is no doubt in my mind that not only does time fly, but they grow up way to fast.
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