There's this Girl...

So, there's this Girl...and she calls me Mom, and I am so unbelievably proud of her...

Today is my daughter Ismiah's 8th grade Virtual Graduation Day. 

This school year was by far not at all how we imagined for her 8th grade year. For months, prior to covid-19 we spoke about going dress shopping for her 8th grade formal.  She was excited about making memories with her friends during trips and special gatherings. There were so many things already planned and in the works, even with her being a Dazzler and dancing competitively. However, never in a million years did any of us see this coming. I tried my best to comfort her and reassure her that we are blessed to be healthy and together, and in time this will pass.  I tried to shed light that she will go on to make new memories in High School and that it doesn't have to end here.  However, I had to remember that she's just a kid and to to her something was stolen that she would not be able to get back...

No, not toilet paper, but her 8th grade rites of passage that many of us were able to enjoy.

Virtual learning was a big adjustment and struggle for her, especially because she truly enjoyed going to school.  Like so many other kids, she missed her friends and those special teachers. She hated trying to teach herself and was becoming very frustrated being quarantined...she just wasn't used to doing nothing...and she longed to be free!



Ismiah is the perfect definition of a well rounded student. She has thrived and pushed herself even with so much on her plate. She has maintained being on honor roll for all 3 years at FIS, while attending dance classes 3 days a week, CCD classes, field hockey practices, student counsel, being President of National Junior Honor Society, and participating and volunteering in countless other activities. Additionally, she even helps me with her crazy little sister, yet, still makes time to hang out with her friends and bake her beloved treats.



There are no words to really express how proud I am of her, or how blessed I feel that she belongs to me. Her laugh is a little loud and annoying, but her smile is contagious.



She is my drama-mama who marches to the beat of her own drum. She wears her heart on her sleeve, which worries me for risk of people taking advantage of her, but she's strong and smart.



She's the type of kid that asked for a stitching suture practice kit for Christmas, because she wants to be an oral surgeon one day. She knows what she wants and I love it, and my God, she does want it all.





There is such an unbelievable fire within her and I know she is going to do amazing things with her life. I can't believe my baby is going into High School. As a mother, I am worried and excited for her. I wish time would slow down just a little bit, but its been amazing watching her grow into this beautiful soul.

Ismiah, I love you more then you will ever know my sweet girl.  My wish for you is that you enjoy every minute of High School, because it goes by way too fast. My promise to you, is that I will always be there, every step of the way, whenever you need me and even when you don't.

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