Sixth Grade

Was it sixth grade when a phone became glued to my ear?  Was it sixth grade when the giggling set in?  Was it sixth grade when I needed to have my hair just so?  Was it sixth grade when I vacillated between being the life of the party and running to my room in tears?

It is certainly sixth grade for TG.

Growing up is her job, and she’s doing it beautifully, but it stirs up so many emotions in me.

And it’s only sixth grade.

Vintage telephone by bastet7 on Pixabay at https://pixabay.com/en/phone-red-vintage-vectors-388838/
Vintage telephone by bastet7 on Pixabay at https://pixabay.com/en/phone-red-vintage-vectors-388838/

2 comments

  1. Yes! Sixth grade was my year for all of those things. Phone calls, folded notes, wanting to wear makeup, multiplying double digit numbers, and all the emotional highs and lows. Oh the memories! I still have the card Mom left on my bed for me one morning. It was “I Said a Prayer For You Today”. I needed prayer!

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