Schaghticoke Fair is over, there are lots of yellow buses hitting the roads, and Labor Day is past. That all means the new school year is beginning. Stacks of notebooks and new pens…. no crayons anymore. Not for high school… HIGH SCHOOL! When did my baby girl get old enough for high school???
Somewhere along the time she got old enough for glittery dance heels and eye shadow, leopard print jeans and 2 egg and cheese muffins in one sitting. When it’s “PTSO Meeting on Friday, Mom!” and not “Can’t I stay home with Gram or something?” When her attitude has settled into a mix of tomboy, Abby Sciuto, Lady J, and pure Meriah.
I feel soooo old.