Sunday, September 30, 2012

The Graduation Class of 2016

At my son's high school open house last week, the principal referred to his class of 2016 as sounding very "sci fi". I have agree with that statement because while, yes it is 2012, 2016 seem eons away.  I know it's not, however.  I know it will sneak up on me frighteningly fast. J will be taking drivers ed, SATs and filling out college applications before I can blink. I can actually feel it coming. Like a train hurtling down the tracks at breakneck  speed - and I am like a deer in the headlights.  His childhood, adolescence, teenage years are going by at breakneck speed now. I'm just trying to keep up. 

Many of my friends already have kids in college or are in the application process now. I am familiar with the angst of this process.   Part of me is saying " start studying for your SATs! Study those vocabulary words!" My husband wants to to start teaching him to drive. 

I follow J on Instagram (still not completely understanding how it works!!). It gives me a little insight into his world outside of home. I want him to be independent and I know he is a very capable and trustworthy kid. 

I also want him to still hold my hand. God bless boys, they always love their mothers! At close to 5'10' he will still sometimes hold my hand, snuggles with me on the couch and actually wants to hang out with me.  I trust him enough to let him go (a little bit) but it breaks my heart a little too, each time he goes his own way.

I am praying that high school is good to him. That he finds his way, keeps and makes new friends, develops a sense of independence that will benefit him in college, and most of all develops a positive sense of self.  

I find it difficult as a mom to be unaware of what is going on in his life every moment. Like when he was little. I know he has to become an independent person, separate from his family.  He has to figure out who he is and what he wants to make of his life.  That's a tall order if you ask me. I'd be happy to assist him along the way.








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