I’m not quite sure when it started to become so obvious to me.
Obvious that my little girl isn’t so little anymore.
Was it how her body seemed to stretch overnight, and I found myself almost eye-to-eye with her now? Maybe the slight eye-roll when I said something a bit too uncool? The swing of her hair when she walked down the hall?
Maybe it was the shoes.
The 8th grade promotion shoes. Her feet are small but her need to be big is fierce. We spent hours searching for the perfect shoes for her promotion dance and ceremony.
They had to be perfect.
But being the practical mom that I am, I had guidelines for these shoes. They couldn’t be too tall or too expensive, and she had to be able to walk in them.
As we searched I watched her try each new pair on her tiny little feet, gazing at herself in the store mirror with an expression I hadn’t seen before.
Then she would walk. As I bit my lip and tried not to say a word, the shoes fought her and won every time.
Too tall; can’t walk in them.
Some lessons can’t be taught by a comment from mom or an I told you so.
We finally found the shoes online…a bit too tall, but she could walk in them and they were perfect with her dress.
The kind of shoes a high school girl wears.
And it hit me.
That little girl who used to run everywhere, who was fiercely independent, who hated naps and loved horses?
But in her place, I’ve found a confident young lady who is polite, caring, funny, helpful and still fiercely independent.
And I can’t wait to see what high school has in store for her.