Addie will be in the graduating class of 2023.
It said so on her Kindergarten registration packet.
I was expecting oh, you know, Kindergarten starts at 7:30 (!!). No open toe shoes. Bring some crayons.
But WELCOME CLASS OF 2023!
2023 isn’t that far away. I graduated in 2000.
Between today and 2023 I will see her ride without training wheels. Hear her first swear word and “I HATE YOU MOM!” Watch her leave on her first date. See her come home with her first broken heart. Pick out a prom dress. Puberty. Drivers license picture. Bras. Zits. Mean girls. Tryouts. Recitals. Deaths. Births. Trips. Tears. Smiles. Graduations. College. Moving out.
I’ve always known this stuff was going to happen. But I’ve never thought about a date.
The good news? We had her first parent teacher conference today. The one I was panicking about.
My kid is a rock star. A super star. Wicked smart, kind, adaptable, emotionally stable and smaaaaaart.
Five years down. We haven’t screwed up yet!
But there’s still plenty of time between now and 2023 (for screwing up, there will never be enough for growing up.)