My son Sam will be graduating from 8th grade on Wednesday June 9th. He’s 14 and looking forward to the next four years attending high school. Mostly. He is on a high and I am a blubbering idiot! Didn’t think that it would happen this fast. He chooses friends over mum-and-me time, and quite rightly so. I feel bestowed with a great gift if he asks for a hug. That the request is usually a precursor for a “I need/want/must have…” is neither here nor there! Thankfully the car keys stay in his distant future.
The other day while driving to school, he wanted to put his iPhone on loudspeaker. What for? Not to sing along to his stuff?! I grin and bear the language, and can barely stand the sexual content, let alone the references to drugs, gangs, and more. What surprises me to the extreme is that I could recognize and name up to 50% of the artists! I digress.
Sam’s school celebrate the culmination of the 8th grade graduation effort with a water rafting trip on the American River at South Fork. (I remember this because I live in America and used to watch Dallas.) They spend their 8th grade year fund-raising, and bless their cotton socks, they managed to raise over $9k! I like this because the more they raise, the less that I as a parent need to pay.
A fellow classmate of Sam lives a couple of doors down. Her sister is graduating from high school as I write. The sun is shining. The sky is blue, and I know that she is ecstatic to have a place in a college in California later in the year. I am not going to blink too many times, because if I do, it will be Sam.