Girl Wonder starts High School this week. New school. New schedule. Lots of change.
I suspect this will be the year that teenaged hormonal angst explodes like fireworks in my house.
This may be the year I hire a referee to make sure we both play fair.
Every time I see this face
I see this face right below the surface.
This is the face I see walking through the high school hallways. This is the face I see moving through the next year with one less year of bubble wrap.
The day she was born, I slipped into a bubble. Just her and me. The rest of the world slipped behind a misty fog. I wrapped her up and held her close. My whole body a fortress for her milky, sweet head.
I knew it wouldn’t last forever. The world moves in closer. The years pick up speed. Suddenly, there’s not much left between her and the world save for my whispered prayers and crossed fingers.
There’s a countdown that’s started in my head. 4 more years. Then college.
I can’t decide if it’s a ticking bomb, a countdown to a parade or the steady backwards count for a rocket launch.