A few weeks ago, we celebrated our FOURTH chid’s 8th grade graduation. How we’ve gotten to this point is a mystery of time, but it is true. We are down to one child at our Lutheran school, and our youngest boy is ready for high school.
This boy, who we used to fondly call our white-haired wonder, is growing up. He still loves wildlife and nature, he still loves sports (basketball in particular), and he still loves hedgehogs (more of his own hedgehog, Bandit, and less of the cartoon character Sonic). But he is changing. He now loves working out and eating amazingly well. He cooks almost all of his own meals, and they’re quite the culinary masterpieces. He works incredibly hard at school and his grades reflected that this year. And he still takes his faith very seriously, and we’re seeing that deepen and mature lately.
So, I guess he’s ready for high school. He is pretty excited for this next step, and we are excited for him. While I’m sorry I won’t see him every day at school with me, I know he is going to do great things in the next four years.
And he’ll still hoop it up with his brothers and dad on the driveway, and cook in my kitchen. He’ll still joke around with his siblings and make me laugh all the time. I’m proud of this boy and the growth that we’ve seen over the last couple of years. I can’t wait to see what God’s plans are for him in high school.