When our daughter was in preschool, the teacher got frustrated during story time one day. In frustration, she sent all the students to their tables to put their heads down. There was only one child who was not sent to the tables: our girl. But our girl didn't understand. She thought she was the one in trouble because she was singled-out and forced to sit with the teacher on the rug. She was embarrassed to think that she had done something wrong, but had no idea what it was!
When our girl was in fifth grade I thought I should prepare her for what she would see when the maturation movie was shown. When we talked, she said, "I already know everything. Hannah told me some of it in first grade and Katie told me the rest in third grade." We talked more and I learned that she really did know everything. (The one boy who passed out while they showed the movie was less fortunate.)
Our precious girl is in another time of great transition these days. Today is her first day behind the wheel in driver's training. Homecoming involves a guy this year (although they are meeting at the dance??) She's made several out-of-state trips with her church youth group. Her academic demands and performance have increased. Our last shopping trip was completely amicable. And she thinks she's ready for a job.
Although I still see her as the preschooler who just wishes that she could be at the tables with the other kids, I know she's more like that fifth grader who already knows far more than I realize.
Why didn't you all tell me that my daughter's fifteenth year would be such a transition for me, too?