I never thought we would get through colic. But we did.
I never thought we would find the reason behind our oldest daughter’s constipation problems. But we did.
When our youngest was born seven weeks premature, it was rough – even though she didn’t have a health problem. But we got through it and she eventually came home from the hospital.
I look across the room at my two little people reading to one another at nighttime and I can’t help but smile and feel very emotional at how fast they have grown up.
Recently, my daughter officially said goodbye to second grade. She had the most amazing teacher this year. I don’t really remember my second-grade teacher because we had a substitute most of the year. My teacher was sick and the entire year was a blur. That was the year I got chicken pox. I stayed home and studied until I recovered. When I went back to school, my history test with a big red “A” on it was posted on the wall right next to the test of the smartest kids in class. Super proud moment.
I don’t feel old enough to have a kid who is going to be in third grade. But I am. My BFF’s son will graduate from high school next June. The daughter of another longtime good friend of mine will begin high school this year. I got started late, I guess.
I don’t feel old enough to have a kid who is going to be in third grade because I remember third grade. My teacher at Cleo Gordon Elementary was Mr. Turnbull. He was awesome. He had this big chart up on the wall with a car racing theme to help motivate us to learn our multiplication tables. My daughter already knows her multiplication tables. How times have changed.
I remember one afternoon when Mr. Turnbull announced who our class representative for student of the month was. It wasn’t me. I had missed out again. What did I have to do? I wondered.
(I don’t know if my parents even know this story.)
During recess, I sat on the steps of my classroom as the other kids played and I pouted. A teacher asked me what was wrong and I told her that I was upset because I still hadn’t gotten student of the month. What a baby I was. Truly, I was. I look at my daughter and she is still a baby. The next month, I was named student of the month for my classroom. A sympathy nomination. I was a little embarrassed.
Third grade was good for so many other reasons. My basketball career started in third grade.
I realized a couple of weeks ago how quickly my daughter is growing up when she received a phone call at home from a friend in her class. My husband answered the phone and didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t prepared for that. Then, earlier this week, a neighborhood boy, who is also in her class, came to our door during dinner time and asked her if she could play outside.
My husband panicked once again and told her that she could play outside but we would have to be out there while they were playing because a car could come into the neighborhood and take her away.
“That’s what happens these days,” he added.
Yes, that’s what he said. He had good intentions, but we are not prepared for these events to happen. Honestly, I don’t know what my first reaction would have been (although I like to think that scare tactics wouldn’t have been my first response). Phone calls, kids coming to the door. This happened so suddenly. No one warned me about this.
These events remind me that high school graduation is only 10 years away. That’s not far. So we’ll enjoy this time. Enjoy the friends coming over, enjoy the phone calls and definitely enjoy all the memories that we are making every day.
Angela Borchert is a freelance writer who lives in Vacaville. Reach her at firstname.lastname@example.org.