What a week.
I do so much appreciate the kind emails and comments…. thank you.
All is well here… we just had one of those crazy busy weeks. Figuring out high school class schedules… lockers…. bus schedules…… school supplies…. on top of the usual music lessons and scouts and day to day stuff. So many things pulling us in a dozen directions….. but I think we've adjusted…. even to the weekday waking of 5:30. My goodness that's early.
And really, I'm just a sentimental fool. I get all choked up about birthdays after all, so the first day of high school?? My oh my. I do hope not to embarrass my sweet boy, but I swear, just yesterday he looked like this….
And last Wednesday, I drove my 5 foot 9 boy to school and dropped him at the front door. Somehow, I think it's a big "no-no" to walk them in. I gave a wave, drove away and stopped a bit short and snapped this photo. (embarrassing mother of the year, that's me!) No one saw, I promise. I could have cropped it, but I thought you needed the car door in the corner to get the full effect of my motherly craziness.
freshman ~ 2010
This spring, after 3 years of homeschooling, the Eldest wanted to return to school. We agreed it was a good decision for him….. and while in a perfect world it would be some funky unique charter school…. it isn't. It's the local public high school. With dress codes. A lot of rules. Punky kids. Too much homework. And plenty of good stuff too, I know. Drama club, football games, school dances and more……
I could dig my heels in, but it wouldn't slow any of this down…. in four short years we'll be watching him grin with a cap and gown on. By then, he'll likely be taller than his dad…. and able to hoist me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. And after that he'll be off on his own adventure…. in the meantime we've got the murky waters of "teen" to wade through. Which I hope we can handle with understanding and grace…
And really, my hope of hopes….. is that in a few short years, when he's off starting his own story…. he takes a minute to send me a post card…. because at some point I'm going to have to stop taking pictures from the car like paparazzi.