And On The Fifth Day

  

Middle school is basically when I cut the apron strings with H and with C. And if the masses were reading this, I’m guessing most would be appalled. So given the fact that this has been G’s first full week of middle school, our conversations have revolved around the said “cutting of the strings”. 

He doesn’t care. 

And by doesn’t care, I mean, he expected it and has no problem with it. And can I just say, the transition with him has been nothing short of holy shit. He is so ready. And so mature. And so able to handle this responsibility. H and C maybe not so apparent in 6th grade. But seeing them grow into the people they are, I have no doubts that my way has worked. And it will be no different with G. 

Funny thing is, G communicates a lot better than the other two ever did. And the things that have come out of his mouth this whole week has left me in awe of the little person he already is. My stomach turns a little, thinking that I don’t think I handled things as well as he is when I was 11. 11 today is a whole helluva lot different than back in 19whenever…….

His foreword thinking is incredible. His confidence is crazy good. So fingers crossed things just keep getting better for him. I am too busy making peace with the fact that I have my last kid in middle school, that I have little time left worrying about how he’s handling this. 

When necessary though, I will not hesitate to be a bitch or ride him like a pony when necessary. If you ask the older two, I’m sure they see that as my trademark mom move. 

The Uneventful Event

The two thirds that remain in the nest, flitted off to the first day of 6th grade and the first day of the last year of high school.  And that was that. 

C left at the crack of dawn to have breakfast with the girlfriend before school. Then B left for work. And then G. Bing. Bang. Boom. 

Of course when it came down to packing G’s lunch, which is new this year, of course the overstocked pantry had “nothing he liked”. He IS becoming his brother. The super cool shirt I just bought for him and ironed for today…. well…..” he didn’t really care for it”. Another C trait. And I got the exact same answer from both boys about the days end – good. I’d hoped G would continue to be G. Sweet. Caring. And Mamas boy. Not so much I guess. 

I guess good sums up my day, too. As it was same ol’ same ol’ – just no one around to NOT help me. LOL

H is finishing up summer classes which will lead right into Junior year of college. What. The. Hell.  I won’t be around her for that transition and she seems to be just fine with that, not in a roll my eyes kinda way, but more like a she doesn’t need me and is good kinda way. 

It is sad to think those days of celebrating the first day back is dead and gone.  I’m struggling with uneventful-ness. Because hell, that’s boring. And. Today. Was. Boring.