This week, you began seventh grade. Second year of middle school. You have changed dramatically since last year. Everyone warned me middle school is a time of big change and growth, maturity. Attitude, independence. Well, it happened.
You've always been confident, since kindergarten. Adaptable. Likable. You make friends easily. Teachers adore you. I've never really worried about you. I still don't.
Yet, you still get nervous. The night before the first day, you couldn't sleep. We had sent you to bed and nearly an hour later, you came down and asked us if you should wear something different to school (we had already picked out your first day outfit, yet now you were questioning if it was the right choice). I reassured you the outfit was fine and you would look great and just like the rest of your peers. I walked you back upstairs and you were very talkative, and mentioned that you were nervous about basketball tryouts. Which won't take place for another 2 months. My heart aches for you because I am the same way. I worry about things. Things that are beyond my control. Things that I cannot change. Things that are not worth worrying about. But I get it. And I know the feeling. I wish I could help but I can't.
The five of us went school clothes shopping this past weekend. You had to try on everything and you were very outspoken this time about what you liked. You're figuring out your style and what you like. I love it. You picked out your shoes (Jordan's) and you insisted on joggers which we couldn't find in your size. You're at an awkward stage right now. Pants are usually either too short or too big around your waist. You're tall, but super skinny.
Eventually we left the mall exhausted and irritated. We decided that you and I would go back at a later date, without Bella. And without Dad.
You were worried that you didn't have school supplies. I reminded you that you would get lists from your teachers the first week, and we would go shopping after that, like we did last year. But you still said you felt "unprepared" for the first day.
Tonight, the two of us went to the mall and to get school supplies. We were successful, and I knew you were happy as we were driving home, you said, "I'm excited.....to go to school tomorrow". It's the third day. And you sat at the kitchen table tonight organizing your supplies and packing your backpack. And laying out your clothes. You came downstairs repeatedly to ask about outfits for the rest of the week.
I'm thankful that you and your cousin get to share a homeroom together. How special is that?!?
I'm sad because I know you are going to continue to grow up and this year will bring more changes. Yet, I know you are going to have a great year.
I'm so proud of you. We are at a different stage in your life. It's new to us as you are our first. I'm thankful to learn from you. You are such a great first born. You make it so easy. Thanks for being you.
My name is Kaci. I am a working mom of 3. Wife to Josh. Mom to Jackson, Cameron & Isabella. My life is dinner, homework, baseball, basketball, grocery lists, laundry, wine, video games, and bath time. I started this blog because I am passionate about photography and journaling, and because I wanted a place to write it all down, to rememeber little details so easily forgotten in the mad rush that is the life of a family of 5. Through my photos and words, I endeavor to capture our story.