My oldest son is finishing eighth grade. Next year, I'll have a kid in high school. Seems like a month of milestones that somehow feel like punches to the gut. Where has the time gone? How is this happening? Wasn't he just a little boy giving me long winded, lawyer like closing arguments in the fight against nap time? Now he writes papers in English class about the injustices in middle school, and ends up in a sit down with the principal about how to improve teacher/student interactions.
It's funny, the ideas you have about children...before you have children. And it's funny the ideas you have about your own children as their personality starts to emerge as babies, and the ways in which those traits stay the same and yet take them in directions you never saw coming as they grow. My son started track this spring and when we went to watch him run at districts this past weekend (and turn in a scorching 5 minute mile on a scorching day) I was amazed. The man legs revealed by his track shorts was just one of many telling signs. He's growing up.
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