Friday, August 19, 2011
It's the first day of school. She's in 8th grade. I remember 8th grade. I remember what I was doing in 8th grade. It makes me want to home school her, remove her from society completely. But then I remember that she is not me, she is smarter than me, and she has far less of that desperate need for approval no matter the cost that I had, and I feel better. But still, I remember 8th grade and it scares me as a parent.