"Can you stop walking me to the bus stop?"
That came from Julie. Age 9. A very new age 9 I might add.
"It's just embarrassing."
Seriously??
I knew this would come at some point, but not two months into third grade.
I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised. Julie has never been overly attached to her mama. Separation anxiety?? Not for this girl. On her first day of preschool, (not even 3 years old), Julie simply smirked and waved goodbye. Not a tear to be had. Even as a toddler, Julie didn't seem to mind when Scott or I left for her with grandparents for the weekend. And when planning an upcoming camping weekend for Brownies, she requested I not chaperone.
What the heck??
I can't help but be a little offended that she wants to be rid of us so soon. Are we that embarrassing? I admit that some days I walk to the bus stop in sweats and flip flops. But, I'm not that bad am I?
I guess I have to come to terms with this new phase in tween-hood. I'll try to keep my distance sometimes...
But, unfortunately Julie will have to deal with her mom at the bus stop. My baby Johnny still wants me there and I'm not giving that up just yet.
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