A "friend" on my Facebook page lamented the fact his daughter was headed off to kindergarten, and all the sudden, the darl'in girl had a life that he wasn't part of.
All the parents of older kids and teens chimed in: Welcome to our world.
The pulling away almost begins immediately, when the pop out of the womb and all the sudden, don't want to cuddle with you...just because.
It continues to kindergarten, getting close bbfs where they share their dreams; texting...all the time, and of course, you don't know who they are talking to or what they are saying (no more listening in on phone conversations...admit it, you did do that before texting.)
Then they start sleepovers, sports, long days at school, jobs and have a car. And suddenly, they are a blur which you think you see sometime between 9 pm and 11 pm. Or more accurately, you see evidence they exist by the dirty clothes on their room floor and the dirty dishes in the sink.
Showing posts with label growing up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label growing up. Show all posts
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
J's all grown up
After I put the last post on my FB page, lo' was flooded with comments underneath on a. how beautiful Jennifer was and b. how grown up she is.
Most of my friends, who I see about once a year, haven't seen Jennifer in awhile, she's long since decided all my friends are old and boring. So the last time she was in their vicinity was when she was about three feet tall and had scuffed knees.
If she has scuffed knees now, it's because she's taken a dive for the volleyball and she's not happy about it.
Most of my friends, who I see about once a year, haven't seen Jennifer in awhile, she's long since decided all my friends are old and boring. So the last time she was in their vicinity was when she was about three feet tall and had scuffed knees.
If she has scuffed knees now, it's because she's taken a dive for the volleyball and she's not happy about it.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
On being 16
She dressed to the 9s and went out with 3 of her friends to a fancy restaurant (dad and I picked up the tab).
Turned a few heads, these beauties did, as they sashayed in and out. I told the waitress to put a candle on her cake and sing her "happy b-day" which they did, over Jennifer's objections.
Today was the day that her b-friend and her boyfriend and I were supposed to go up to Seattle and shop, and explore, while I stayed at a discreet distance. Didn't happen, due to the 2 friends getting grounded. So Jennifer sat in her room and sulked, until she came up with plan b, that we go to the mall and shop, which we did.
Turned a few heads, these beauties did, as they sashayed in and out. I told the waitress to put a candle on her cake and sing her "happy b-day" which they did, over Jennifer's objections.
Today was the day that her b-friend and her boyfriend and I were supposed to go up to Seattle and shop, and explore, while I stayed at a discreet distance. Didn't happen, due to the 2 friends getting grounded. So Jennifer sat in her room and sulked, until she came up with plan b, that we go to the mall and shop, which we did.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
September, my own personal new year
And my daughter's too of course.
She becomes a sophomore in high school next week. She'll get her driver's license, prob. get a job and start looking for colleges. In other words, growing up and out of the house. Three more years, she's off to college, two more years, she's considered technically an adult. I stress the word technically.
So in the next year, I'm going to write every day here, before I wrap up this blog for good. Alien Nation started 3 years ago when she was a tween, and just testing out her snarkiness and growing into the woman she will become and in many ways, is.
I might start a new blog once she turns 17, tho gawd knows what I'll call it. But she'll be a little more human and a little less alien at that age I think. I hope.
Meanwhile, I plan to publish this in a book and give it to her on her 17th b-day. I'm wondering what she'll think of my musings, some she knows about, and others she does not. Then I read this New York Times piece about memoirs and kids getting pissed. Of course this piece deals with a mom writing about her son's drug addiction. I don't think I'll be writing about that.
Well, I hope she doesn't have that reaction when I hand her the book (self published of course). We'll see.
She becomes a sophomore in high school next week. She'll get her driver's license, prob. get a job and start looking for colleges. In other words, growing up and out of the house. Three more years, she's off to college, two more years, she's considered technically an adult. I stress the word technically.
So in the next year, I'm going to write every day here, before I wrap up this blog for good. Alien Nation started 3 years ago when she was a tween, and just testing out her snarkiness and growing into the woman she will become and in many ways, is.
I might start a new blog once she turns 17, tho gawd knows what I'll call it. But she'll be a little more human and a little less alien at that age I think. I hope.
Meanwhile, I plan to publish this in a book and give it to her on her 17th b-day. I'm wondering what she'll think of my musings, some she knows about, and others she does not. Then I read this New York Times piece about memoirs and kids getting pissed. Of course this piece deals with a mom writing about her son's drug addiction. I don't think I'll be writing about that.
Well, I hope she doesn't have that reaction when I hand her the book (self published of course). We'll see.
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