The “F” word suggests that my
daughter is embarking on a new adventure, into the world where Sophomores and
Juniors (my son) and Seniors congregate. I am not ready for her to be in that
world.
The “F” word suggests that she
soon will be driving and dating and departing. See future entry for my
reflections on those “D” words. I am not ready for the “D” words.
The “F” word would imply that
the baby I used to cradle in my arms has at supersonic speed moved from her
first steps and learning to ride a bike to being less dependent on me. Ok … I
may possibly be ready for that one.
Somehow saying my daughter is
in 9th grade is less traumatic for this mother than using the “F” word.
Ninth grade is just like all the others … 2nd grade, 5th
grade, etc. Ninth grade implies nothing special; it’s just another grade.
This summer I have watched my
daughter blossom. She has moved away from playing soccer (which granted was
more my passion than hers), toward her own interests. She is mature enough to
babysit and confident enough to stand up for herself.
While I am not ready for her
to be a Fre …. Fre … Freshman, I suspect that she is. My habit has been to take
a couple of days off leading up to the new school year to make sure the kids
are prepared with supplies and clothes and we have time together before the
hectic-ness ensues. This year, a little extra personal preparation will be
needed. The “F” word is imminent.