My Kindergartner is 16

My bouncing baby girl!

Once upon a time, I had two little girls. And regardless of how much I try to talk them out of it, they’re trying to grow up. I put bricks on their heads, and they’re getting taller. I put on shoes that are too small, and their feet keep growing. I keep them entertained, I buy them age-appropriate toys, and I make sure their friends are all their age, so they’ll like this age and never leave it. And it’s not working. Nothing works.

My oldest is six going on sixteen. On the first day, she held back the tears while I cried. She took brave steps while I shook from being overwhelmed. She introduced herself to her new classmates and teacher, while I stood back timid at the change. She told me I was going to be ok, and that she’d see me after school. I should have known right then that she’d come home older.

People warn you that they’re going to need school supplies, cute backpacks, extra snacks, bonus sleep, help picking out new clothes, winter coats for outdoor recesses, and humidifiers and cold medicine for the beating that they’re little immune systems take.

The stuff they don’t tell you they’ll come home with:

New friends, starting the first day. On day one, she came home a little social bunny with six girlfriends, four boy friends, and one boyfriend. She couldn’t remember any of their names, it wasn’t important. She comes home talking about them every day. Her best best best best favorite best friend is Viennay, which is pronounced differently every day.

They come home suuuuuuper tiredcrankysleepyhiper all at the same time. I have to battle a tired kid, that’s bouncing off the walls, that wants to talk to me about her day, but only between fits of giggles. I have a feeling if I told her to go into her room and tell her pillow about her day, she’d never come back.

They have homework. For real, I slept through Kindergarten. We had nap time, story time, show and tell, and recess. These kids are learning to read, write, write a complete sentence, do math, and have homework four nights a week. I’m tired. She has to read 120 books by May. OMGYOUGUYS.

She comes home with new words. I’m not talking about new words that the teacher passes along. I mean, she came home the other day talking like this valley girl cheerleader with the worst accent I’ve ever heard. “Liiiiiike, mom, seriously, her dress was cuuuuuuuuute okaaaaaaaaay?

Enough paper to make YOU cry about the death toll of trees. Not only does she have “important papers” every day, but she has projects, her homework, her homework folder, her first fundraiser…all that I have to organize, keep, send back, or remember. Parents, how the heck do you keep it all straight? I now understand my moms “piles”.

She misses her sister. Her and her sister have a stronger bond than I have ever seen between two kids. They’re best friends. And rather than falling into a million pieces when separated, they’re actually getting stronger in their own personalities. And when Kyanne gets home? Her sister gets the first hug, giggle, and stories. envy. And so much love and prouds.

If this is what happens in Kindergarten, the next 12 years terrify me. And thrill me.

Your Homework:
Comment me this:

#1. What do you remember being the biggest change for you as a parent?
#2. What do you remember about Kindergarten (My mom let me take my horse for Show’n’Tell)? And the rest time, OH THE REST TIME.
#3. What’s your favorite DIY organizational tool that you’re proud of?
#4. How full is the front of your fridge during the school year because OMG ours is esploding.

Because our biggest transition in our little (ha, ha) life right now is the kindergartner, you’ll see me write a lot about her. You wait until you have one, THEN you’ll understand. Sort of like… those blogs you happen across about weddings? You know, where you roll your eyes and make fun of their details and budgets and craziness, until you’re one? It’s like that, on an equal plane of emotions and rollercoaster activity. Life transitions are SO much bigger to the person going through them. And commenting on their blog telling them that you’ve been there, and have a funny story to prove it, only encourages them. 😉

Hanging in there,
Nomz

So one day, in a Qdoba parking lot…

I ran to Qdoba for lunch today. And listened to my daughter’s new Taylor Swift CD. And this song came on, with it’s perfect timing (hi, it’s day three of my first round with a kindergartner and I’m still emotionally wonky). It’ll forever be my song for both of my girls, and will probably make me cry every single time I hear it. ❤

Nomz

Never Grow Up by Taylor Swift

Your little hands wrapped around my finger
And it’s so quiet in the world tonight
Your little eyelids flutter ’cause you’re dreaming
So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light

To you, everything’s funny
You got nothing to regret
I’d give all I have, honey
If you could stay like that

Oh, darling, don’t you ever grow up, don’t you ever grow up
Just stay this little
Oh, darling, don’t you ever grow up, don’t you ever grow up
It could stay this simple

I won’t let nobody hurt you
Won’t let no one break your heart
No, no one will desert you
Just try to never grow up, never grow up

You’re in the car on the way to the movies
And you’re mortified your mom’s dropping you off
At 14, there’s just so much you can’t do
And you can’t wait to move out someday and call your own shots

But don’t make her drop you off around the block
Remember that she’s getting older, too
And don’t lose the way that you dance around
In your PJs getting ready for school

Oh, darling, don’t you ever grow up, don’t you ever grow up
Just stay this little
Oh, darling, don’t you ever grow up, don’t you ever grow up
It could stay this simple

No one’s ever burned you
Nothing’s ever left you scarred
And even though you want to
Just try to never grow up

Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room
Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home
Remember the footsteps, remember the words said
And all your little brother’s favorite songs

I just realized everything I have
Is someday gonna be gone

So here I am in my new apartment
In a big city, they just dropped me off
It’s so much colder than I thought it would be
So I tuck myself in and turn my night light on

Wish I’d never grown up
I wish I’d never grown up

Oh, I don’t wanna grow up, wish I’d never grown up
Could still be little
Oh, I don’t wanna grow up, wish I’d never grown up
It could still be simple

Oh, darling, don’t you ever grow up, don’t you ever grow up
Just stay this little
Oh, darling, don’t you ever grow up, don’t you ever grow up
It could stay this simple

Won’t let nobody hurt you
Won’t let no one break your heart
And even through to you want to
Please try to never grow up

Don’t you ever grow up
(Never grow up)
Just never grow up