Instead of doing my strength workout, I was attending to a family crisis of sorts. We were out on combing the streets this evening, looking for my son’s high school class schedule. With flashlights in hand, BoBo and I walked up and down the sidewalk and street between our house and Tim’s. I have no idea how he could have lost it in a walk that is less than a block long. He did though.
I was frustrated and mad at him at first. We were on our way to locating his classes – something that he should have done on his own this past week. He didn’t though.
Over the weekend I found an old video of him when he was about 2 years old. He was playing with his toys in the backyard. He was so small and sweet. Now he is taller than me and rapidly catching up to me in weight too. While we were getting ready to locate his classes (the ritual that I have done with him since he was in Kindergarten) I thought about how much he has grown up and how much he has left to do. I have to remind myself that he is still young. He is still learning his way.
I remember my high school years fondly. It was the years that I found my own niche. I began, in my freshman year, as Linda’s little sister but I graduated as my own person. I was Juls and I was very different from any of my sisters. I made great friends and found out a lot about people. I found hurt and I found happiness. I found myself.
I hope that BoBo comes away his own person. I hope that the person that he comes away as is much the same as the sweet little two year old that got so much joy out of life. I hope that he finds his classrooms okay and doesn’t get directed to the girls’ bathroom instead of algebra class.