The Wildcat is running for class president of his freshman class. He's got that charisma and leadership qualities....and a weird way of being able to connect with ANYONE. It's a gift he has. He can't help it. He can't stop it. I have no reason to think he will stop with "class president."
He is playing high school baseball. It was crazy and eery to watch the kid at second base last night and think....when did this happen? Shouldn't we be at little league?
He has 8th grade graduation tomorrow. He told me he will probably be getting some awards. He wondeers if I will cry.
ummm, yeah. is that even a serious question?
And also....he is texting. a girl. i like this girl. she's pretty. and nice.
But I just think that maybe he should be spending a little more time playing videogames....I've heard that texting girls takes away valuable gaming time.....
I'm having a hard time figuring out what I'm feeling.
I love this kid. I'm so proud of the man he is growing up to be. And I count it as one of the greatest honors of my life to get to be his mama.
What a rip-off this mama thing is.....you do your best to raise the kid right.....and they just end up growing up on you.
Love you, Wildcat!
I'll try not to do that one really ugly-cry-thing at your promotion tomorrow. And I'll be sure to try to not thoroughly embarass you with picture-taking and loud clapping and the occassional whoot.
I said, I'll try.