My baby started seniors last week and guess what she loves it. She actually told me the worst part was the fact that she has to come home.
I know I should be ecstatic we were so worried as she is such a shy little one. Losing Livvy really knocked her confidence and her kind her heart always seemed to get a little broken in the real world.
I call her my wise owl and even have a charm on my pandora bracket to match. We gave her this nickname as she at times comes out with the wisest words. Words so true and thoughtful.
Yes I was worried, secondary school isn’t the place for a kind caring soul it’s full of those horrible creatures we call kids. Pre teens and those evil beings known as teenagers. I was sending my baby into the mist of it all.
Secretly I was planning my homeschool lessons and teaching strategies but she loves it.
The teachers have recognized her as one of the Meredith girls and already she has got a good rap-pour going teasing about her big sisters ( see they have their uses sometimes).
She is already planning on going out for choir, singing lessons and so much more.
She comes home starts her homework and gets so excited about getting it right.
Simply she loves It there.
So why am I so sad?
Letting go isn’t easy, she is my baby, my youngest and she doesn’t need me as much.
It’s hard, it hurts.
My head is so proud of the way she has adapted to senior school but my heart aches.
Time is moving on a little to quick for this mom.