Random Thoughts...

Do you ever sit around and wonder, "when exactly did I become the adult?" Now, I know that it's debatable as to what defines an "adult." I'm not writing to fuel that debate. I'm just talking about the feeling of trying to figure out how I got here from there, ya know what I mean?

I had my first "Parent/Teacher Conference" today for my kindergartner. I was nervous for no good reason, but I recognized it as the same nagging nervousness I felt when my parents had to meet with my teachers. Everything went great and, of course, there was nothing to be nervous about. It just struck me as a bit of a "circle of life" type of deal while I was sitting there discussing things that my mom probably discussed with my teachers (of course, using the applicable pronouns!) like he is "an outstanding reader and has a great memory" but gets a bit distracted when asked to recite his address and phone number. These are things I know for a fact that he knows, but he arbitrarily decides that he doesn't want to share. He's great with numbers and math, but isn't really interested in identifying the different types of money. He does fine with it all, but you can tell what he is interested in learning and what he's not. Yep, I can picture my mom hearing the exact same things during her parent/teacher conference when I was in kindergarten!