> My big girl..can it get any more bittersweet than this??????
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I always thought that sending off the babies to kindergarten was going to
be
the hardest thing. Now it seems there is a new reason I get emotional
every
year when school starts. Ian is going to be in THIRD freaking grade this
year. It's harder than anything before that he has reached or exceeded
anyone's language expectations. There are no problems with his reading at
all anymore. His speech is very rarely a little hard to understand. He
orders for himself at restaurants and we don't have to repeat. I know
that's
stupid but he just isn't my baby now that he can function in the "world"
by
himself. For some reason it was a little reassuring that he still needed
me,
or at least one of us who could understand him all the time.
Matthew goes home on Saturday and starts 8th grade next Thursday. He has
been here all summer and has shown some real growth even from May to
August.
I can't believe it is already time for him to go home. He always chooses
when he comes to visit and this was his longest ever. I really am not
ready
for him to go back to Nebraska. He will come back next summer on the verge
of entering high school.
My Rach too will dive into the 8th grade this year. Seeing her everyday
and
literally watching her become a young woman is amazing. Some days she's my
baby girl, or innocent, or little kid, and then the next day, the next
moment she is a teenager with questions and concerns and thoughts and
interests. The tiny little girl who let me put her ****ny blonde ringlets
up
in piggytails, who used to let me dress her in frilly clothes sometimes.
Oh
lordy. We now journey to Victoria's Secret for Biofit bras and ultra low
rise cotton panties. I know I know TMI, but I am just preparing you for
what's coming =-).
Oh Lordy. I'm a first day of school sap, every single year.
Cindi
> Tina
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