I just dropped him off. I cannot believe my Dylan is going to high school. I must have said that a hundred times to people. I layed in bed for a half hour before my alarm went off thinking about all the first days of school I'd taken him to. Somewhere along the line there weren't hugs anymore - he got too old for that. At this point I'm just happy he's letting me drop him off at the entrance! That will probably change too. I was so nervous this morning - I dont know why. Excited for him because I know high school is so great and he's got great friends already but he's also going to meet kids who will be his friends for the rest of his life. Maybe even his first love is somewhere walking around that school. I feel like I was pretty good when they were young - but the older they get - the harder it seems to be for me. I'm unsure of every choice I make for them - I just want them to have the best opportunity and I want them to be happy above all else. No small task :) I woke up and fixed french toast for him and he got up fine without arguement. The funny thing is - he doesn't seem nervous at all. He seemed completely calm and confident. Like he's been going to high school all his life and this was just an ordinary day. He is strong and fearless. He's also funny and very sensitive to people and whats going on around him. I know he's going to learn a lot in high school - but as a person - he's already so far beyond what I ever was at his age.
Last night I was at a high school hockey meeting where one of my favorite people in the world is on the board. He was talking about the plans for the team for the year and speaking a little about the players coming up as freshmen this year. While its no suprise to those that know me that I actually teared up while he was talking, its what he said that impacted very deeply. A thought I hadn't had on my own. He praised Dylan's abilities as an athlete and he went on to say what a fine young man he was - and that he was the male role model of his household, and a role model for his younger brother. I was so moved by that statement. I am having a hard time letting go of the image of him as a little boy. I am so proud of him and excited for where his life is going - wherever it is - I know he will be kind and thoughtful and mindful of other people's feelings - and at the same time I know he is strong and capable - far far ahead of anything I was when I was just entering high school.
Also I just have to add this pic of Wyatt - who still has a couple weeks left of summer :) I was just messing around with the camera (I am so happy to have a camera again) and I thought this was just the best picture of him - how did I get so lucky?
