I just watched my oldest baby get on the bus heading off to his first day of middle school.
[wiping away tears] [quivering in fear]
The bus scares the daylights out of me. Hell, the whole idea of middle school does. It would scare you too if you had to deal with rumors like this.
W. was extremely excited about embarking on this new journey. He couldn't fall asleep last night and ended up in my bed. I rubbed his back and sang him lullabies, per his request.
He woke up all through the night checking the time on the alarm clock. Of course he couldn't just LOOK and go back to sleep, he had to ASK what time it was. Needless to say, I'm a tad exhausted this morning.
I think my boy is turning a corner. He's always been somewhat immature, however, Mr. Schmitty and I have noticed the last few weeks that this is changing. He's been less combative and more cooperative. Instead of being dramatic when something doesn't quite go his way, he's shaking it off and moving on. He's even being HELPFUL and doing things the.first.time.he.is.asked!
Thank You LORD!
Last night we joked and laughed as I asked him, "Who are you and what have you done with my kid?"
My son is growing up. Such a bittersweet statement.