That's what Ashley told me when she checked my blog and discovered that I had failed to tell you about an important milestone in her life ('cause I guess that not even my blog gets to be ALL ABOUT ME!!--lol!). So, like the dutiful mother I am, I am here to tell you that ...
… my “baby” started high school this year—feeling the same way the rest of us (and her class) felt—overwhelmed, extremely intimidated, rather confused, and terrified of being at the bottom of the high school food chain (apparently freshman are fondly referred to as “fresh meat”). Do you remember your first days of high school? In spite of my best attempts to erase those memories from my mind, I can still vividly recall feeling the same way for the entire first month. The words “lost” and “frightened” would aptly describe my emotional state those first several weeks. However, my baby has bounced back much more quickly than her mother did and has adjusted well to this monumental step in her life.
I have a picture of her on her first day of school ("Oh, mommy, do we have to?" "Yes, of course we do."), but I'm too lazy to edit it, resize it, and upload it. Maybe tomorrow.
… my “baby” started high school this year—feeling the same way the rest of us (and her class) felt—overwhelmed, extremely intimidated, rather confused, and terrified of being at the bottom of the high school food chain (apparently freshman are fondly referred to as “fresh meat”). Do you remember your first days of high school? In spite of my best attempts to erase those memories from my mind, I can still vividly recall feeling the same way for the entire first month. The words “lost” and “frightened” would aptly describe my emotional state those first several weeks. However, my baby has bounced back much more quickly than her mother did and has adjusted well to this monumental step in her life.
I have a picture of her on her first day of school ("Oh, mommy, do we have to?" "Yes, of course we do."), but I'm too lazy to edit it, resize it, and upload it. Maybe tomorrow.
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