Thursday, March 8, 2012

About a Boy

Yesterday was another one of those milestones you reach as a parent. Your children don't notice them or always have a concept of them. But there it was. That sinking feeling that my first born is growing up way too fast.  I drove my son to his future high school for the very first time. Although he is not a student there yet- it still felt very big to me.

 My baby boy is going to be a freshman at the high school that my husband and I both attended. Our own little Bearcat. (sniff sniff ) As I drove closer to the school- it was apparent that he was having some anxiety about the students just letting out and walking into unfamiliar territory with his mother, of all people. I think that would be considered an "epic fail". And we can't have that.

After finding a suitable parking space away from all civilization, he proceeded the "walk of shame" into the school with me. We got him registered for his classes  and all went well . As we were leaving, I decided to take a detour and stick my head into the art classroom- it was still in the same spot after all these years. Needless to say, he was not interested in the trip down memory lane. I got the "Mom!" out of the corner of his mouth. I'm sure all of you mothers of teenagers know exactly what I'm talking about!

In a few short months I will be the mother of a high schooler. I'm constantly telling  him that I'd like to just put him in one of those little clear plastic balls made for gerbils- bigger, of course - but the same idea. I'm sure Dr. Phil would have something to say about that. As a matter of fact, I'm betting that there is a mom out there that put her child in one of those balls and they had a show about it. She's probably in prison now.

 I know all parents say this about their child, but am so very proud of this kid. I know you can't tell from this picture but  he's very snuggly and huggable when he chooses to be. Apparently, it's just very uncool to have your picture taken with your mom ( and her rather large hot pink handbag). Another "epic fail" as the kids say.  Here we go on to  the next chapter. I may go gray or pull my hair out completely, but time is moving forward - whether I like it or not.

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