today i dropped my oldest off for his first day of high school.
down here in happy land, they start high school their sophomore year.
it does not help that his high school is roughly the size of rhode island.if you saw the school i went to, roughly the size of my house, you would understand my comparison.
come on all you grizzlies sing it with me ‘three cheers for newport high school…….’
we now return you back to the original post after that trip down nostalgia lane.
anyhoo, i guess he is used to big schools because his jr. high was roughly the size of stanton island.and i guess what i am trying to say is this, when i dropped him off and watched him walk to the doors i wanted to park my car and chase after him, then follow him to his locker to make sure it opened, then walk with him to 1st period to find it, then wait outside his door to walk him to the next class, which is outside in building E, then the next one in building I, and so on and so forth. i wanted to tell every kid i saw that my son was AMAZING and they had better be good to him.
i wanted him to need me.
i wanted the little boy i took to kindergarten back.
i was NOT ready to let him go this morning.
as i am still on a steep learning curve in this mothering gig i signed up for, i am learning that he never stops being the little dude i brought home and spent hours just staring at because i could not believe he was mine.
i am learning that i cannot be there every step to make things easy for him.
i am learning that the urge to over-mother is stronger than my urge for food.
mmmmmm……..cafe rio……..mmmmmmm……….steak quesadilla……extra steak………ok, i totally lied, food is still a stronger urge.
i will be glad to see him this afternoon so my stomach can calm down a tad.
i did not get a back to school pic of him because he was in no mood but here is one that is almost exact.good luck keats, you will succeed in this just as you have succeeded in every other thing you have tried.
now me on the other hand…….mmmmmm………..cafe rio………