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Why do They Have to Grow Up?

Today was the last day of school; it lasted a total of 90 minutes. The jr.high kids didn't even bother going and I didn't even bother going home after dropping off the girls until school was over. Emma asked if I would come to her class; they were having a breakfast party. I did and I am glad that she wanted me there.

Emma actually told me she was bored 30 minutes after we got home from school. I, of course, told her I had plenty of things I could suggest she do. She went to the neighbor's house instead. Estelle went with her. Sarah is at another neighbor's house playing in the water, a must-do for the first day of summer vacation. Taylor is slogging through his assigned school work for the day and I just dropped Spencer off at boy/girl end of school party.

That was a big step for both of us, for me mostly. Yes, I know he could be dating in less than three months; yes; he has been going to stake dances; and yes, he has had a couple of crushes this year. Still, it is a big step for me to drop my baby off at a stranger's house; I even resisted the urge to introduce myself to the parent of the house. He is 15; he thinks he is grown up. I think he is my baby. I was comforted in knowing that I was also dropping off two of his friends whom I do know, one of them is our bishop's son. He is a good kid. He has a cell phone. He will be fine. So will I.

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