My oldest enters middle school in about 6 weeks.
I am not prepared.
My educational background is in Early Childhood Education. I know all about what’s developmentally appropriate up to and including age 8.
My mothering experience thus far has led me to keep both a 7-year-old and an 11-year-old alive and breathing. Perhaps they are happy, too. One can hope.
But middle school? Puberty? Hormones? Mean kids? Psycho competitive parents? Teachers who must prepare sixth graders for college?
I’m NOT ready.
My only reference for how to parent a middle schooler is the movie Diary of a Wimpy Kid. In it, Greg Heffley and his best friend Rowley are mothered by their own moms in both a mortifying and hilarious way.
One of my favorite scenes is the mother-son dance, when Rowley and his mom bust a move to Intergalatic by the Beastie Boys:
Thus, all I know about being a mom to a middle schooler is that it must be cool to dance.
I’ve started working on my moves for the first day of school.