It’s the first day of third grade. She’s ready … I’m not.
It’s her first ride to school on the bus. She’s ready … I’m not.
It’s Monday through Friday out of the house after three months of summer. She’s ready … I’m not.
She talks about what she wants to be when she grows up. She talks about going to college and getting a job. She’s only eight and she’s in a hurry to grow up.
She’s already eight and she’s growing up too fast!
She asks when she can have …
- an email account,
- a Facebook account,
- a driver’s license,
- and a credit card.
I tell her …
- when she’s nine (and takes the Girl Scout Internet Safety pledge),
- when she’s fourteen (and shows she’s mature enough to handle it),
- when she’s sixteen (and takes Driver’s Ed),
- and when she’s eighteen (and shows she’s responsible with money).
Eighteen? That’s less than ten years!
In ten years, she’ll be an adult. In ten years, she’ll be going to college. It’s too soon for me, and it’s not soon enough for her.
But as much as she wants to hurry up and as much as I want to slow down, we’re both traveling into the future at a constant speed of sixty minutes per hour, and twenty-four hours per day.
The time is coming and it will soon be here.
Ready or not.