It's that time of year again. Back to school. I dread it every year. I think I feared it even more so this year because it meant that Austin was going to high school. Weep. Cry. Weep. Cry some more. The last stop in his Governor Mifflin career has come into view and I am desperately trying to find the emergency brake.
How can it possibly be that my first born is old enough to go to high school? I was unaware of the drastic change that was about to occur in my boy. Girls, riding to school with friends, he somehow got taller than me...
I really didn't think it would be this hard. Austin has become very independent & I am so proud of that. He has been staying home by himself for a few years like when we go out shopping or to one of Aidan's practices, gone fishing several times out on the Atlantic with our neighbors (their son is his best friend) and is generally a very nice young man - except when it comes to his brother, but who is ever nice to their siblings?
I know it is the ultimate goal to have him move out, be a contributing member of society and to take care of himself, but I didn't think it would come along this fast.
He is a young man. A bit of a goof, but a great kid, who I am so thankful to have for a son.
Not to mention that my youngest son started his last year at the elementary school where I work. He is so sweet.
Maybe I can hang on to him a bit longer.
We shall see.