Oh Rachel, Wake Up and Go To School

So this here would by my first spawn.


And she's a bit nervous this evening about starting a new high school. Again. Last year was freshman year at a new school and this sophomore year is at a new school.

Not totally new, in the sense that she already has friends there. Sort of like last year, when she already had friends then too. But newness is newness and I can't make light of that situation.

But this is my kid - the one I raised to be everything I am not (minus the selfish, self-centered bit, it's hard to break the cycle there). She's self-confident, as evidenced by the triple bajillion photos she's taken of herself and posted online for the world to see. She can laugh at herself (remember lice, Rachel?). She can make friends fairly easily and she is grounded in what she expects out of friendship and what she will not tolerate in nasty people.

And of course, the thing that I had zero part in whatsoever but like to take credit for nourishing, she's dern pretty (I had my very own, live Barbie doll).

So she has no real reason to be nervous. None whatsoever.


So get over it, kid.