|First day and last day of school. Damn.|
Middle school graduation was last week - I can't believe how much this kid changed in one year. Who knew eighth grade would mark such significant developments. For a kid who really had one friend in middle school, she ended with a posse! In fact, her great milestone, a zillion signatures in her yearbook - compared to last year which only had signatures on one page.
Katie considers this to be her greatest 8th grade achievement. I can't say she's wrong. She did great academically but thankfully that's never been that hard for her. But making new friends, that's proven to be much more of a challenge. She likes kids who are savvy and interesting and willing to try new things. She's not interested in stoners or followers or people who have no imagination.
She's off and running and I find that I am the one left facing a bit of "development."
When I brought Katie home from the hospital, swear to God, the very first week, I cried like a fool telling everyone that she was going to leave me and go to college. I'll be damned, I was right! But the leaving is starting now. All this time I wanted her to have friends but I didn't realize that meant I would be back on my own again.
Oh sure, I see her sometimes, but even as I write this she's in her room, on the phone or texting. She has been out all day on a bike ride (and an early dinner - what 13 year old says that? "Hey mom, we are heading out for an 'early dinner' on the wharf!"). I have been home working and then cooked (well, burned) myself dinner and dove into a Stephen King book (Under the Dome - why did I think I could read 1074 pages before the series starts this week?).
Anyway, this early empty nest thing isn't going so well for me. I am truly having a hard time. I know I'm in the final countdown. Four years of high school is going to fly by. I'm clear. It's time I get back to having a life, doing things with my friends, maybe watch a movie. The feeling is so uncomfortable and lonely. I miss that wonderful pre-teen who used to hang out with me.
But I'm proud of her too. This is what's she's supposed to be doing right? Growing up. Being independent. Taking responsibility for her own life.
So we begin. The last four years. This is high school.