After 6 years in elementary school, Kaleb is moving on to junior high school. These years have truly been filled with joy for him……for me. I have a son who LOVES school, I mean literally loves it. He loves it so much that he has even said no to playing hookie to sneak off to Disneyland (shhhhhhhhhhhh don’t tell). He is the only kid I know who actually gets teary eyed at the end of the year because he will miss his class, teacher and friends so much (contrary to Konnor and me who practically trip over each other coming into the house, celebrating the the school year is over and we have freedom.)
He is not afraid to go into junior high. He is not afraid to start something new.
It is me that is afraid. It is me that knows what can come during this time. It is me that knows theses years can pull you apart in two. It is me that is afraid he will experience what I did.
It is me that is afraid. It is me that knows what can come during this time. It is me that knows theses years can pull you apart in two. It is me that is afraid he will experience what I did.
We are all driven by our personal experiences. Try as I do not put these past”issues” (or as is politically correct to say “challenges”) upon my children, they sometimes creep in. I tell myself he is not me and that he is his own person. I tell myself that he must walk his own path and learn to be strong.
I am not afraid of Kaleb growing up. I am not afraid of change. I am afraid he may become lost like me.
