Last night I went to a parent information meeting for middle school for my oldest daughter. Geez, how time flies. And yes, I know most people don’t call it junior high anymore. It’s middle school, but I expect to be corrected a lot by all my girls. Some old habits are just a little tough to change.
Mom Adjusting To Daughter’s New Experiences
I have a challenge, along with simply accepting that she could possibly be old enough to do this. I didn’t have a very good overall experience in junior high (middle school). It was pretty tough for me socially and a massive adjustment.
I went to a smaller school where grades 7-12 were all in one building. I admit I’m also quite a sensitive, emotional person (probably why I’m a counselor), so some of the trouble may have been self-imposed. I also had some great teachers that had a lasting impression on me from that time. But still, it isn’t favorite section of my life by any means.
My challenge is going to be remaining open to her experience, trusting that the teachers and administrators have set things up in a much better way, believing she may have better resilience than I did at that time. I see evidence that all of these things could be very positive for her. But since I’m the one seeing it, it’s going through my lens before it soaks into my brain.
Everyone Makes Transitions In Life
When it all boils down, this is just one of many transitions she and my other kids will make. In fact, I’m still making transitions in my life. It never really ends. It will be significant, but probably not earth-shattering. And come to think of it, my not-so-great experience didn’t do any irreversible damage. I bloomed later on, which more than made up for junior high. Plus, I also have a lot of empathy for the difficulties of that age because I lived them.
So if Good Old Mom can sit back and be patient, her daughter might just have a pretty good experience in sixth grade. If she stumbles, I’ll be right here to catch her.
What did you think of junior high or middle school? Did you shine during those years or did you feel like a lost sheep?