This is the post where I glow with the pride of motherhood whilst also lamenting the marching band monkeys that will hold us hostage for the next several months.
I love that Abigail has found something she digs. Someplace to fit in with new friends at her new school. High school. Ugh. I have a kid in high school. Seems impossible.
This means that my frozen ass shall be sitting in the bleachers of our local stadium - spending my Friday evenings basking in the glow of that good ole Americana - High School Football.
I sure do love me some Football!
Yep. Love it. Uh huh. (I can a bring a book, right?)
And, of course, it's going to cost both arms and a leg. Competitions, uniforms, chartered buses, sweatshirts, instrument gear, and a hundred other fees. There are fundraisers, which are sort of mandatory unless you plan to knock over liquor stores to fund the beast. I'm currently selling tickets to a pancake breakfast carwash rummage sale thing-a-ma-deal. Can you tell how excited I am?
I don't mean to be a Debbie Downer - and I really have to snap out of it. Abigail is so excited, and I am really proud of all her hard work. But signing up for any big deal extra curricular activity sucks up all the minutes - which I guess is okay - since I don't have any money left to do anything else. The other parents all seem so excited to jump in and get involved. I have managed to avoid the fever thus far.
You see, the real bummer is in realizing that my baby is growing up. On the final stretch to becoming the human she is meant to be. This is both an inspiring and sad time for me. And...to add an extra dash of bitter to the medicine I'm just about ready to gag on...I figured this out: I will have a child in high school for the next 10 years. One right after another until 2020.
I really need to start buying the liquor at Costco.
I could have done this math years ago and figured out that little gem, but it wouldn't have mattered. What matters is now. And, more specifically, next Friday night when I will watch my daughter perform with her friends in their new stadium for the first time. A very cool milestone.
Another step further away from me.
And I could not be more proud.
Love you, my Lula.
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