It's official. He's in High School.
I bawled my eyes out last night. So ridiculous!
I cried like I lost a limb or something!
I'm gonna be a basket case, needing lithium just to stay coherent when he moves out and is on his own!
I wrote him a long letter last night telling him how proud we are of him and how much we love him. I played sad music so I would pour my heart out. Yeah, pretty masochistic of me... but that's how I roll. Deal.
So I wrote it all out, put it on my purse for this morning, and it fell off, and I just found it on the floor when I got home.
Whatever. He'll read it eventually.
I just told him what I wrote about anyway, on the way to school. That's what's nice about having a little commute to school. Talk time.
He will be putting in 12 hour days. School until 3 p.m. then football until 8 p.m., then 6 classes of homework. I told him to enjoy the down time this summer, because I knew what was coming. This school is major serious about their academics. Their elective list reads like a major university's.
My baby boy is growing up.
It is as it should be...
but it still hurts.