Well. I did it. I dropped LilZ off at his first day of middle school. It’s all downhill from here. Soon there will be girlfriends and parties and drugs and rock-n-roll and he’ll never need me again except for bail money.
Or something dramatic like that.
LilZ has always been so amazing and adaptable. He never backs away from the chance to try new things or meet new people. He goes to summer camp every summer knowing NOBODY and doesn’t even flinch when I leave him there. He’s switched school four times since kindergarten and comes home with best friends the first week. He’s just a laid back social kid who I’ve never had to force to do anything.
I thought I was going to have to shove him out of the car, he was so nervous. I drove around the school twice (never really sure if I was in the right place, why does it take an engineering degree to figure out school drop-off routes) and he was shaking the entire time. He asked me, “What was harder, your first day of middle school or high school?” I had to break it to him that I never switched for middle school, I was in the same building 1st through 8th grade. It was a very small catholic school. Hell, even my high school was smaller than his middle school is.
“No fair,” he moaned “why can’t I go to a school like that?”
“You don’t look good in plaid.”