hatchling at 3 years old
OMG...I cannot believe my baby hatchling started high school today. Omgomgomgomgomg!
Just 14 years old, looking way too cute in her ripped skinny jeans, DC runners, and hoodie;
She looked so young, so sweet and innocent; not yet jaded by this world we live in;
I so badly wanted to turn back the clock to her first day of kindergarden;
to relive it all...the bear-hug good-bye, the excited classroom all decked out in primary colours and alphabet wall borders;
But she didn't excitedly lead me by the hand this morning, no skipping through the parking lot of the school;
she is far too cool for such displays of excitenent;
far too independent for me to accompany her any further than the parking lot;
far too sophisticated to need her mom;
And I couldn't be more freakin' proud of her!
(posts about boys, dating, sex, cars, peer pressure, booze, drugs to be written at a later time...can't think about that right now)
peace out!
