And Blink

ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!

THERE IS A FIFTH GRADER IN MY HOUSE. AND SHE'S MINE. I HAVE A FIFTH GRADER.

::dead::

I'm not entirely sure how it is that I blinked and the entire school year passed me by. It was mere moments ago that I was standing on the sidewalk clicking the button on the camera for this.

It was mere moments since I wrote this post, musing aloud at how amazing it was to have a fourth grader so willing to be helpful.

She kept it up. Alexis dressed Mila and asked if there was anything else she could do to help on the first day of school and on the last, and on nearly every day in between. She's like all responsible and stuff.

There are a million examples of just how responsible and stuff Alexis is these days, but she is firmly across the line that is sharing her every move online. Her story is her story at this point, not mine, and while she would give permission for me to tell all of those stories, I won't. She can tell them when she wants to.

I will say, however, that I firmly believe that parenting is about handing a bunch of bricks to your kids. You can help them use some of those bricks to build a foundation, but at some point it becomes their house to build.

I'm really very glad my fifth grader is using her bricks to build something great.

Comments

[Mary]

She looked like a kid when she started and more of a young adult at the end. You're doing something right.