Whoa!

Dear Emma,

You're well into your third year in elementary school now, and today, you said something that finally cemented your big girl status. We were in the car, and talking about the day's school activities when you reflected on your spelling test. We had only studied your spelling words together the night before, paying careful attention to the words that had tricky combination of letters. You said that you thought you did good, confident that you had spelled "campground" correctly. And then you said, "we didn't get our tests back today, I don't think she (your teacher) had time to grade them." Oh. My. God. You actually said "grade", as in referring to classwork, as in referring to something other than your current academic standing! I swear, I had a That's So Raven moment. I couldn't help but flash to my Cal days, those mama bear days that became your baby bear days - thinking about how you've grown up in the lingo, about how you know what to expect from academia because you've been prepping for it and taking it in since you were 7 months old. Wow. Babies don't get graded, they get happy-faced and stickered. However, scholars-in-training sure definitely get graded.

Something as simple as a 2nd grade spelling test, as simple as introducing yourself to a friend's father in Spanish, is a testament to who you are becoming and proof that you're unstoppable.

Love,
Mommy