Band or choir? Latin, French, Chinese or Spanish? I can't believe that I am registering my first born son for Middle School. Where have the last 10 1/2 years gone? It is no cliche to say that sometimes "the days feel long but the years fly by." Indeed.
My quiet, contemplative, tentative child has grown into a handsome, confident, funny, interesting individual who has taught me not only how to organize my iTunes library and work my iPhone, but how to cook the perfect omelet, throw a spiral, ski a black diamond with confidence (sort of), enjoy a road trip, savor a good hike, swim in the sunshine and appreciate nature.
I have watched my little "bug whisperer" invite butterflies to land on his fingers, trap lizards with his bare hands, stroke an injured sea turtle in the sea, tame a gopher from our backyard in California (no joke), and hold bumblebees in the palm of his hand. He is a kid with a quiet charisma that does not go unnoticed, although sometimes I think he wishes that it would. He likes to fly under the radar, but kiddo I hate to tell you, your smile gets you noticed even when you have no words to say.
I know how unbelievably excited you are to move forward to your new school next year. You can hardly wait- and not just for the endless cafeteria choices- I see it in your eyes and in your gestures when you talk about what lies ahead. There is such a genuine desire to blast off into this new unknown and for that I am so proud of you.
Don't hold back; continue to embrace and enjoy your experiences every single day and I will continue to cherish being able to observe your joy.
Go get 'em, sweet child of mine. I love you.