As many of you know, Chickie will be entering High School next year. Let's have a moment of silence while I go find some tissue, ok?
The registration process was flawless. I pictured long lines and oh, I don't know? Perhaps many Pepcid AC moments. We were in and out of there within 30 minutes. Good stuff. When we got there, we walked up to a table and gave the name of Chickie's (present) home room teacher. At that time, we were given a room number to go to (let me back up to say that we all had "appointment times"). We were taken to the designated room by a current student, and when we got there, we immediately met with the counsellor and got down to business. There were a few minor corrections we had to make to the schedule she chose (in the area of her alternate choices) but that was it. We won't find out what classes she actually got until a few days before school starts when they hold open house.
I would love to tell you that I am ok with all of this. Which I am, sort of. I'm excited for her because she is starting yet another chapter in her life. At the same time, I am wrestling with sadness for the child she no longer is. What happened to the babe I held and nourished at my breast? I could go on here but I fear the post would resemble a novel. It only seemed like yesterday that she was my baby. That she needed me for everything. That she listened to me without talking back. That she was dependent on me for everything.
What happened? She has grown up (is growing up). All that her father and I have worked hard to instil in her? It is coming to fruition. I am so delighted to watch her during this phase of life but at the same time, heart broken that she no longer needs me the way she used to. Don't get me wrong, she still needs me, but it's all on her terms. I've learned to sit back (mostly) and let her come to me when she needs it.
If you could have seen her tonight you would have smiled. She was ecstatic to register for High School. She was scared out of her mind. She is looking forward to it, but at the same time, uncertain of how it will all turn out. So am I. But I do a lot of praying. I try to keep in mind all that her father and I have taught her, and I hope that some of it sticks. Time will tell.
I am scared. I am sad. I am excited.
My baby girl? She is growing up.
Comments
Chickie, yes it's scary but it's also a great new chapter and it's worth it and yes there will be more of that icky stuff called homework and yes it will harder and tougher but if I've taken in all that your dear parents have told you, you'll do fine. It's will be a time to say goodbye perhaps to some old friends and meet up with some new ones, the whole group dynamic will change.
One thing I will say is be yourself, don't be something your not just to "fit in", if the other kids don't wanna hang around with you don't chance remember in the end it's THEIR LOSS not yours, if there are idiotic enough not see who you truly are then, I'm sorry they have the IQ of a gnat..
I did that, I don't think I had many friends at High School but I didn't really care I didn't go there to be popular, i went there to learn and it was even a little fun at times.
** Hugs **
Uncle G
Posted by: Gordon at April 3, 2008 1:16 PM
Yes, it is scary, but it's also exciting. I have enjoyed watching my "children" grow up in their teen years, even as I worry and grieve (a little) for the babies left behind. Good luck to both of you, Mom and young Chickie!
Posted by: Daisy at April 4, 2008 9:27 PM
We have survived most of the first year of high school this year. It has been exciting for Audrey, but unnerving for me. Good luck to all of you. I am sure Chickie will love it and do well.
Posted by: Melonie at April 7, 2008 6:39 AM
