How did it get to be the night before Mythankfulboy goes to high school?
I’ve had some really nice time with B in the last two weeks as he has needed support to get his summer reading annotation done, and carting around for school clothes and supplies. When annotating, he usually provides too much or too little information, and so I’ve been teaching. Luckily, he doesn’t mind being taught. We’ve annotated at his desk, at the dining room table, on the couch, at Subway, at Red Robin, and at Panera. And, of course, when things get down to the wire and you work longer than you should you get punchy, and that’s always fun. Laughing with this kid is my favorite.
Tonight he picked out something to wear, packed his backpack, and set his alarms (can’t be too careful!) He asked for help making sure his clothes matched, but weren’t too matchy. I kept giving him orders (“Put your dishes away”, “Turn that light off”, “Make sure the dog has water”) and he kept answering, “But Mo-om, I have to get to bed for my first day of school!”
Once there, I asked him for what he was thankful, and he said, “Your help with annotating.” He asked me, and I said, “The time with you doing the work.” He smiled sweetly, then asked me to measure him on the wall. He’d grown and inch-and-a-half since March, and took great pleasure in asking me to stand there so he could mark my height about an inch below his. He marked it “Momma”.
Oh, and fall baseball practice started today. Here we go, off into the unknown. Looks like fun to me!