Distressing

Yesterday was Freshman Orientation for Miles...enough said!  

But of course, I will elaborate.  First of all Miles should only be going into 8th grade, but of course, smarty pants that he is, he skipped 6th grade so now here we are starting high school a full year before we are supposed to be. Now, on the upshot and with a stroke of luck, ninth grade is in the junior high this year while they finish revamping the old high school but the reality is Miles is starting his academic and sports career in high school NOW!!!

There is so much stuff swimming in my head right now...snippets of things I saw and heard at the orientation....."no cell phones on during school"...."random drug testing"????, 9th grade boys and girls with their arms around each other?????? and I'm sorry to say...boobs...lots and lots of boobs.  Lots of freshman girls with hair styles that took more time and money to do than I care to think about and make up on as if we all just walked out of cosmetology school....and did I mention the boobs, attached to freshman girls...in tank tops?????  I feel faint!!

I, for a moment, wanted to rip up his schedule, return all the text books and walk out of the school with him hand in hand...just the way we did on the first day of kindergarten, and take him home and make cookies and just say "hey buddy why don't you just stay home with mommy for one more year"...OK I'm seriously crying right now.  (Charlie, in an attempt to console me, said "I know, he'll be gone in like 4 years, it's sad"...uh, thanks for reaffirming what I already know).

And then I remembered,  whether it's this year or next year, he's gonna grow up, he's gonna be less reliant on me and eventually he's gonna, god help me, have a girl that catches his eye and attention and even if I lock him in his room starting today (yes I considered this as an option) it doesn't change anything, he's still gonna grow up!  But for today, he was happy to stand in line with me, happy to talk to only me (because he doesn't know anyone yet) and more than happy to pretend all the girls, with boobs, weren't swirling around him ( because I was standing with him).

I'm still gonna make cookies to eat after the first day of school, I'm still gonna say "I love you buddy, have a great day" every morning before he leaves for school and I'm still gonna hope he doesn't want to move away from home until he's 30...ok that's creepy and weird and I take that back.

Good luck to me....good luck to him...and good luck to you all out there that will have to endure my saga again next week when I take the other two kiddos to their orientations and again realize that they are ALL growing up, which must mean that I am growing old, see...new drama to fret about. I gotta go make a dessert now.....I keep telling you all I DO NOT have food issues...give me a break, there were a lot of boobs there....A LOT!!!!