I'm feeling a sense of accomplishment today. Accomplished because the youngest kid started her first day of high school. But on the same token, it's a little bittersweet. My baby girl is growing up. I shouldn't have cried, she's only going to high school. But I allowed myself to cry for a minute, to be sad for the baby girl she once was and I'll miss, but also to be excited for the young woman she is becoming.
I will end this post with the first day of school conversation between Jules and I this morning. A new high school and in a new town.
Jules: "What if no one talks to me today?"
Me: "They will."
Jules: "The only reason they talked to me the first day of West DeFuniak was because I cried."
Me: "Don't cry your first day of high school."
Jules: "Why not? I cried first the day of 3rd grade and 'BAM!' Hannah talked to me. Been best friends ever since!"
Me: "Well...Don't do that in high school."
Jules: "But what if no one talks to me?"
Me: "You'll be fine.....Hey, sorry I burned your toast this morning. Kind of a sucky ass first day of high school breakfast."
Jules: {Shrugs shoulders}
Me: {Holding up ghetto sandwich} "But how awesome is this PB&J? ......um, without the J."
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Did you have a similar experience with your child today?