It’s hard to believe elementary school is over.
Now on to middle school…
I was not exactly a fan of middle school.
I felt small.
I felt forgotten. Or maybe overlooked.
And I learned that a lot of kids had a lot more experience (in a lot of areas) than I did.
Every day for a long period of time, the two boys that shared the locker next to mine stole my lunch. (I am not sure what I ate on those days). What a couple of hooligans.
One day, someone took every single book out of my locker. I can still remember Mr. Ticknor coming to check it out for himself (as if I would make up such a thing). He opened up the locker, gave a little whistle and said “Yep, clear as a bell.” Funny how things like that stick in your head.
But, I don’t think Kate will be overlooked. (And if someone steals her lunch I will pummel them.)
I think she’s going to be just fine. She’s going to join the running club, and she’s going to play viola, and she’s going to take advanced classes and all that. She will continue with her riding lessons, and with cheerleading. (And her room will probably continue to be a pig sty).
Actually, I think she’ll be better than fine. I think the feeling I’m feeling is not so much worry, as it is a little bit of sadness that something so precious has come to it’s end.
I am so proud of who she is and excited to see who she becomes.
But I am missing, with all my heart, the little girl she was.