My baby girl Jasmine just started Central High School this morning. 

I've got so much work to catch up on but I can't quit thinking of her, and how tough it was the first day with all the upper classmen towering over you . Especially all of the days leading up to the first day, the anticipation, the worrying about how you'd be accepted. 

I wouldn't want to go through school again for any amount of money. I survived it somehow, maybe not gracefully, but it's behind me and good riddance. 

Often I have to slow down and realize how many more struggles children have in today's world. I can't imagine being a freshman in High School again. I hope my youngest daughter looks back with pride and accomplishment for a job well done to the best of her ability. 

I still regret decisions I made in High School, letting others influence my decisions and allowing myself to take the easy classes. I still wish I'd taken Liberty & Law, and especially Word Study. 

The decisions made at the most vulnerable time in our lives is probably the most important decisions we'll ever make, and that holds true today. 

I say it often but I could never say it eloquently enough for her to truly fathom exactly how proud I am of my baby girl...