I cannot believe it. As of today, my first baby is a middle schooler. 6th grade this fall. Why didn’t I cry, when all the other mothers I know are sobbing because their babies are growing up?
Maybe it’s because he’s so happy about it? Maybe because he keeps getting ore wonderful, and I look forward to experiencing who he becomes?
Either way, I’m not nostalgic about his Elementary School days. I’m happy for him. Happy he’s so enthusiastic about moving on, and moving up. If any 10 year old is ready for Middle School, Peter is. And so am I, right behind him.