He is 11 now. He has done an amazing job in 4th grade and is heading for 5th. His last year in elementary school, and then he is off to middle school. And I am here to tell you, I am freaking the hell out at the notion of him going to middle school.
Their school is such a nurturing place. I know that the teachers and staff there love these children as much as their parents do. I feel silly when I remember how terrified I was to drop Grand Master H off that first day of kindergarten.
Confession: I didn't actually leave. I stayed out in front of the school until it was time to pick him up. I felt like if he needed me, they would call, and I wanted to be able to fly in, cape fluttering and save him.
As the days accumulate since my mother passed away, it is hard for me to believe that she is missing all of this. These milestones, these school pictures, buying school supplies, making sure that their clothes fit, just keep piling up. My mother and I would collaborate on these things. I miss that more than I can say. There are things that my mother would do that I now have to do and that hurts me.
Instead I am going to focus on the time that we had her. She was the Super Grammy and I am grateful for all of it.
P.S. Can you even stand how handsome this young man is? I mean, seriously? The hand in the pocket? Just ridiculous.