Well, I’m here to break the news to everyone.
Five days ago, officially, I became a big bad junior in high school. Approximately one year until senior year, about ten giant leaps closer to graduation. So, yes, you’ve heard right. Hannah is growing up.
Wait! What are you doing?
Oh, come on! Pull it together, man! There’s no crying in blogging!
The truth is, it hadn’t even sunk into me until the first week of school that I, indeed, was finally one of those “big kids” that I always wanted to be more like. In second grade I remember my best friend Brooke and I always looking at the juniors and seniors, planning and imagining what we’d be like when we were finally “grown up” and about to go to college like them.
Now, instead of playing pretend we’re actually getting dangerously close to being on our own. Weird, huh? The days feel like years and the years are feeling like days.
So…my mom and I were going school shopping last week, just a girl’s night for her and I. Notebooks, binders, pens, highlighters, and the likes…nothing exciting, but just going out and shopping together, having fun.
We were walking through the busy aisles and talking and laughing as we are accustomed to doing. She stops in her tracks in front of the food department and smiles a sad little smile at me.
“This is one of the last times I’m going to go school shopping with my baby.”
I smile back at her and wave off the comment. “Hey, maybe not! I’d have seven more years of this if I go to law school.”
She laughs, and we continue on the long voyage through the seemingly endless aisles of Walmart. Eventually, we check out with about our cart filled to the brim with school supplies.
And trust me, when I tell you this, guys…if there were ever a paper shortage on earth, just holla at me and I’ll send a notebook your way. When notebooks are 17 cents, we’re going to take advantage of it.
But, after the school supply fiasco, my mom and I still hadn’t eaten (at almost 9), so we decided to make a late night Wendy’s stop. We went inside, laughed, ate, talked, all as my mother tried her best to embarrass me by singing to the oldies on the overhead radio, but she didn’t embarrass me! (Mostly, because practically no one was there, but still…that’s progress!)
I knew at that very moment, this was a time that I’d remember for the rest of my life. Being with my mom, one of my very best friends (and sometimes, arch nemesis), and just having her be there for me. I know I’m lucky in that aspect. I have both my parents and they love me, no matter how much I resist them and would like my freedom at times, I know I would be lost without them.
So, on my first day as a junior, I could tell my mom was a little off. Being a mother is a tough deal. You take care of someone for years and years and then you are expected to let go…just like that.
I guess this piece is mostly to reassure everyone (especially those moms out there) that if your kid is growing up, don’t be scared! Being a mom doesn’t end at a specific point. I’ll always need my mom, no matter how old I am. Her motherhood doesn’t have an expiration date.
So, Mom..(since I’m sure we all pretty much know that this was directed toward you), thanks for all you do for our family and all that you have done specifically for me. I really appreciate it. I’m feeling all that excitement and joy looking forward to the future and all there is to come! I know you are too 🙂