My first born had his very first day of school today. He was up early this morning, got himself ready, and had his backpack packed last night and he was ready to go. I told myself I’m not going to cry, I’m not going to cry. So as he was leaving and I had to reach up to hug his 6″ 1′ frame, I was able to smile as I looked at his clean-shaven face. My son has been home schooled all his life, he is a senior this year and he wanted the Public High School experience. We are now in an area where I am comfortable with this decision. It’s a small high school in a small town. He’s made a lot of friends already over the summer, and….we live right across the street. =]
He will be turning 18 in a couple of weeks. It is funny how turning 18 seems so magical and you really think you’ll be an adult as you anticipate that big day. But as a parent you realize there’s a fine line, that you wish was broader, between being a teenager and an adult, especially with boys. But I know this experience will be good for him and I am excited and look forward to see what this year has in store for him. But when June comes, and he’s in his cap and gown, there is no doubt, and I won’t be able to talk myself out of it…I am going to cry.