We hit a bit of a milestone today.
I had a car filled with 8-year old girls singing their hearts out to Taylor Swift, with my daughter leading the pack.
I couldn’t exactly catch the ear piercing chorus, but this will give you an idea:
…and she couldn’t have been happier.
Giggles, singing about boys being Trouble, begging me to stay in the car just a few more minutes after we had parked because the new Selena Gomez song had come on and ‘Mom, we just have to sing this one too…’
…and I pretended to look at my phone all while grinning and crying on the inside at my baby girl growing up right before my eyes. Unafraid to share her fun in front of her Mom and even thanking me later for being so ‘cool.’
Is this really happening? Is she really old enough to be signing with her friends at the top of her lungs about boys?
…and to top it off as we picked up her older brother at his classroom door he clearly had an admirer there walking him out.
This cool mom isn’t ready for any of this.