My daughter is in for a world full of hurt, and she doesn’t even know it yet. With all the changes Little Woman is about to go through in the next few months, I’m nervous, excited and scared shitless for her, all at the same time.
I like to think that I’ve done an excellent job preparing her for major life changes, so that when I set her free in the world, she can hold her own. But another part of me wants to envelope her in my arms for the rest of my life, stroking her hair and protecting her like the mama bear that I am. And this mama bear bites. Hard.
As we’re prepping for her graduation from elementary school, the transition to junior high has already begun. We’ve attended orientation, toured the school and talked to her future principle and teachers. She’s had her ID picture taken and I’ve bought her a Master Lock so she can practice opening a coded lock in less than 30 seconds.
We’ve talked at length about the changes that are coming; switching classrooms, managing a locker, new kids from other schools, the most comfortable way to change for gym class, cliques, bitchy girls and horny boys. Just to touch the tip of the prepubescent iceberg.
However, as much as we talked, I’m not really sure if the reality of what is about to happen has hit her yet. I remember this rite of passage vividly. More freedom, one step closer towards being a grown-up and the first chance to figuring out who the hell you are. Yet at the same time, more stress, more responsibilities and more expectation. Add this on top of all the hormonal and physical changes my baby is experiencing, it has the making of complete chaos.
The cherry on the cake of this whole situation is “the boyfriend.” And I use that term loosely, because at the age of 11, I refuse to allow her to have a traditional boyfriend. Neither of us are ready for that. But I can see she has a connection with this boy, ever so slight. However, this boy will be attending a different junior high, and I can only see one thing happening – out of sight, Out. Of. Mind.
This may crush her. She will be confused, and won’t understand. ‘We’ll see each other at night and on the weekends’ she says….but I know how this will play out. So do I prep her now or let her discover for herself?
It’s the calm before the storm. So what’s a Mama to do?
To be continued…