All summer long the thought of having a freshman has been on my mind. As each day has passed, I have mentally tried to push it back further and further from existence.
Yes, that’s right. He’s growing up, and it’s WAY TOO FAST for me to comprehend. Seeing our first born make the journey into high school was a bittersweet.
He was anxious.
He was excited.
I was a ball of nerves for him because I know what high school means. But it’s a tradition of excellence that he will grow to love as each day passes over the next four years.
But I wasn’t completely prepared when he stepped out of the truck. It was one of those “poof” moments when you realize your junior high kid is no longer and officially becomes a fish in a sea of upperclassmen.
Where did the time go?
It feels like he was taking his first step into kindergarten yesterday, and we were just beginning the school chapter of his life.
Thinking back on it all…
Kindergarten was a breeze.
Junior high was a walk in the park.
High school…NO, just NO! I can’t do this…I don’t want to let go.
I know we still have a few more years before he takes his first steps into senior year, but just the thought of my baby going into high school tears me up more than words can express.
If you need me today, I will be eating everything under the sun and going into a sugar coma of sweets to take the reality away that I am now the mother of a high school student.
Or maybe I’ll just wait until he gets home and tells me how awesome school is. Regardless, I’m not ready for any of this.