It was the first day of school and she was disgusted that three of her teachers had given homework that very day.
Welcome to eighth grade, I thought with a smile.
She’s actually really good about doing her homework and I never worry about whether she’s left anything undone or if she even needs me to check it for her.
Olivia pranced through the room and announced, “My teacher said we’re going to review a lot of stuff and so we probably won’t have homework for a couple of weeks.”
I think that if Alyssa had been able to throw something at her sister at that moment without repercussions, she’d have done it.
Today was the third day of school. Alyssa packed her lunch last night as I packed Liv’s. This morning Alyssa was texting away on her phone as I cajoled Olivia to eat just a little more of her breakfast. Alyssa doubled checked to make sure her homework was in her backpack while Olivia asked again, “What is homeschool and why can’t we do that?”
Eighth grade is all about independence, learning to do and think for herself. An eighth grader is expected to know what her homework is, do it herself and turn it in without reminders. Eighth graders know when to shower, can pick out weather-appropriate outfits and, biggest news of all, they can sit in the front seat of the car.
Third graders, our third grader at least, still wear whatever Mom lays out for them. They eat what is put in front of them and hey bathe on the schedule set for them.
And that’s okay. They’re both still growing and learning and I am loving both the third grade stage and the eighth grade stage. I feel lucky to get to do this with these sweet girls.
Oh yeah, best of all (according to Liv), third graders still let (need?) Mom to do their hair.
We call this one: Beach Volleyball Hair.
(Please ignore the ugly pink countertops and the horrific clutter on said ugly pink countertops.)
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