High School Jitters

Yes, Ms. G is starting high school, but no I’m not talking about her obvious jitters—but my own instead. Her elementary school days are now memories as she begins high school. Why do I feel like throwing up?

I am feeling quite anxious about the whole thing. It feels like the first day of kindergarten when I had to let her go in a ‘big bad school’. Of course I cried after I dropped her off, and I could not wait to pick her up. This feels similar but different in so many ways.

She needs to be more independent from me, and I need to learn to take yet another step back. She needs to fight her own battles and learn her own lessons—generally speaking—in this new school where she knows no one. Oh geez, I think I’m getting myself worked up again!

I’m struggling, seriously struggling to accept my new role. Her learning curve essentially is also my own. As she learns to be a more independent learner, I must learn to be less involved in her day to day school life.

I am trying my very best not to impose my fears onto her. I hope her high school experience will be joyous, successful, memorable, and I truly hope she finds even just one life long friend.

Good Luck Baby Girl! Sorry. I mean…good luck Ms. G!