Nina (right) graduated from elementary school on Friday and will now be going to middle school. She is 11 years old and middle school is coming at the perfect time. Hormone crazed and temperamental these days, she is excited to move forward and grow up. I don't envy the teachers now that I have been through the last few months with Nina. She is an angel, but when the hormone surges, I am living with an alien, or, more like Sybil.
This face will show up more and more, I know it. The "what are you doing, Ma?!" look. I suppose you could put anything in the place of "doing": wearing, talking about, laughing at, trying to do....?
A few weeks ago, the fifth grade had Field Day, and Brad and I went to help out, be supportive, because, let's face it, how many more of these things will she want us to attend? Anyway, I was having fun, Nina won two events in a row, and I did a cheerleader move or two, Brad and I also tried to create an "N" with our two bodies and I think she was definitely a tad mortified. Wouldn't you be? Thing is, I do not see myself as old at all, so doing stuff like that seems natural. I don't go out of my way to embarrass.
I do know it freaks her out when I break out in dance when we're out in public and a song comes on that I like. So I break out and she looks around, fearful that someone has seen me and she screams in a whisper, "Maaaaaaaa-m!!" That is fun, I must admit.
She'll remember Field Day and think about her parents cheering for her and having fun and the embarrassment will shed eventually. I mean, she's got cool parents. Who wouldn't be thankful for that? ;)