my 7th grader! - to get out of school early for an orthodontist appointment. I swear, the wind was practically knocked out of me. Not because HE is IN the 7th grade, but because I HAVE a 7th grader. It seems like yesterday MY mom was writing notes for me to get out of school early for the orthodontist.
This morning, I felt like I was playing house, playing mom and that I am really still a child myself in this grown up body. I feel this way occasionally, as I think all grown ups do. It's not always about being a mom, either. Sometimes it's when I am at work - the fact that I am on my second career, that I am OLD ENOUGH to have a career at all, let alone my second one (third, really, if you count motherhood!). It happens sometimes when I am grocery shopping or at the doctor. I am this little girl out in the big world, playing grown up.
How did I get here? When did all of this happen? And then the reality that it is not going to stop. That I can't turn back time, I can't press the button on the stopwatch to stop that little timer from counting the time.