While walking to our car across the elementry campus,
my daughter informed me that she could not be friends with a few girls in her class because they are cheerleaders and, "mom" she said, "you can only be their friend if you are a cheerleader" my daughter causally informed me.
At the time, my sweet shy daughter was five years old.
At a private Christian school.
How is this happening already I thought to myself?
I thought these things began in 6th grade, not kindergarten.
Then I spotted the cheerleaders.
In their cheering uniforms.
With special socks and shoes.
And prom-like fancy hair.
The exclusive club already if full swing.
I look down at my girl.
My heart feels an ache.
The ache is produced by the knowledge of what she is up against.
Not with cheerleaders alone, but with the business of growing up.
It is a tough business.
At times fun,
but with a heavy serving of confusion.
This stage of mothering has ushered me toward a walk down memory lane.
What do I remember from Kindergarden?
Was I scared? nervous? shy?
Was I aware of boys?
Were girls mean?
Bras, periods, etc.
And ultimately, when did I feel that my childhood was over?
I think I will begin exploring these topics on my blog.