The first week of high school comes to a close for Mythankfulboy. In review, last night at the chalice lighting, he said that all-in-all, he liked high school, and that it got better every day, so he thought that would be the trend. He said he was tired – that in some ways that was the biggest change for him. I hear this echoed from his friends’ parents, who say that all their boys are coming home and napping. I found that funny because B had specifically mentioned to me that he had wanted to nap but had “held off”. I asked him why, and he said, “I’m trying not to succumb to being a teenager”.
At an age when some kids are racing ahead to be older and do older things, my boy is putting on the brakes, savoring his boyhood. My Peter Pan. He’s going to have a hard time, though, convincing other people, as he gets taller and lankier by the day with a voice that’s descending rapidly.
Last night we built a scooter “rail” out of wood – a roughly 5-foot long plank of hardwood elevated on a 4×4 base on-and-off of which to do scooter tricks. It wasn’t complicated, but I had made him put off doing it until his summer reading was done. He was ecstatic. He scootered all evening, and then, around 9pm he asked me to come outside and tell him whether or not it was too loud to continue (yes). He said, “Okay” and came in to settle into the bedtime routine. After we lit the chalice and talked about the week, he asked for what I was thankful. I said I was thankful that we had the time to build his rail. He said, “Me too! I’m really thankful to have the ramp, and that you helped me build it!” The way Mythankfulboy gets excited about things is just the same now as it was when he was little. Peter Pan on a scooter.