I knew the bubble would burst one day, and that day is finally here. After six very fast years, my little girl is now a woman…or at least an elementary school graduate. Good-bye enchanted land of jungle gyms and milk wagons and children laughing on the playground. Hello middle school with your nasty underarm hair and body odor and raging hormones. What was once, “Mommy, guess what I learned in school today?” will now become, “Hey lady, it’s none of your damn beezwax what my homework is…and don’t be picking me up in front of school where everyone can see you. Haven’t I told you enough times already? Jeez!”
So if you hear the sound of a loud burst today, don’t worry. It’s not a space shuttle entering the atmosphere or a wrecking ball hitting a condemned building. It’s just the sound of that six year old bubble finally exploding. Oh, and don’t be surprised if that popping sound is followed by a torrential downpour. That’ll just be my tears. I’m thinking it may ease the L.A. drought situation.
Congratulations to my beautiful, precious daughter on your amazing accomplishment! I couldn’t be more proud.