So, in the past week or so, the_child
has apparently jumped a grade level in her reading ability; enthusiastically thrown herself into writing a large, complex report on Nebraska; on her own initiative asked her music teacher for extra cello lessons because she thought she wasn't measuring up, arranged the schedule herself, and given up her morning class break to find the time; asked me what it meant to be popular then dissected the social hierarchy of her classroom quite incisively; commented on how she and one of the boys have put a lot of effort into helping a new kid in the class with a difficult transition from home schooling to the classroom (something her teacher had mentioned privately to me and her mom with great praise) — "I know how I'd feel if I was him, and I don't want him to feel that way"; and asked me what it meant to have a crush on someone and how would she know.
My head, she spins. My child, she grows up. I am proud, very proud.