The front door burst open yesterday afternoon and before I could even turn my head, he had jumped in front of me.
Fists pumping in the air, legs in a stance I could never replicate, he made an announcement:
I am a freshman!
Yes, my child you are.
You are growing up right before my eyes and your brother is right behind you, nipping at the heels of growing up.
Your excitement is palpable, your confidence intact.
You are a freshman.
And, today, I choose to enjoy and delight in parenting a freshman rather than being sad about the fact that in four short years you will be fist pumping excited about being a high school graduate.
This post is linked to Tuesdays Unwrapped.
