My baby starts high school soccer practice tomorrow. High school. Even though school doesn’t start for 4 more weeks, as far as I’m concerned, as of tomorrow, he’s officially a high school student. My baby. A high school student. They’re not kidding when they say kids grow up fast. In the blink of an eye. Wasn’t he begging me to play just yesterday? Beating me at Monopoly even though he couldn’t read yet? Holding my hand when we were walking together? Wanting to be pushed on a swing? Laughing uncontrollably as I blew raspberries on his chubby baby belly?
Who is this young man living in my house, answering to my baby boy’s name? Holed up in the basement for hours playing video games with his friends. Only surfacing to use the bathroom or to grab something to eat or drink. Why do I have Sunrise, Sunset from Fiddler on the Roof in my head?!
Tomorrow is the beginning of the end. In four years, I’ll be left dazed and confused as to how my baby can be going off to college. An adult. Able to make his own decisions without checking with us, getting our approval or our signatures on the line that says Parent Signature.
Where did the time go?
I love these two together even when they’re not Jamie and Claire. When Sam spoke, Cait looked at him and politely paid attention to what he was saying and then he did the same for her. They are both charming, polite, and respectful. Can’t help but love them!
And they’re both nice to look at. 😉 Love her dress. Wish I could see the lower part of it. Hopefully we’ll get a standing pic of her in it another day.
This is my story. Not a repost of someone else’s blog.
I’m re-posting this from my other blog site.
Update: “Al” called “Joe” today. He apologized and said he was very embarrassed. He also called “Sally” and told her he needed to take a few days off. This is good news. This shows that he’s planning for the future, to be at work soon, if nothing else. The detective was also kind enough to call Joe and fill him in as best he could given privacy issues. Highly appreciated.
Please note that no matter who you are, what you’re going through, or who you might think won’t care or notice that you’re gone, chances are that there are people who care, will miss you (this guy only had about 2 hours leeway before panic set in), want to help you, and won’t judge you. Please don’t let the unnecessary and misunderstood stigma of mental illness stop you from asking for help.