It’s been almost two weeks since Brandon finished 5th grade. Almost two weeks since I’ve been brainstorming in my head how to write this post. The last month or so was a whirlwind of events: 5th Grade trip to Busch Gardens (which I chaperoned), 5th Grade luncheon, Middle School Orientation, Promotion Ceremony. Each event making clear the inevitable, my first born is growing up. I know that I have an 11 year old who will be entering middle school in two months, but I honestly can’t believe it. It feels like just yesterday I dropped him off for his first day of preschool.
I don’t think I’m ready for what lies ahead. My boy will be more on his own. He’ll be on the bus to and from school, in the crazy Miami traffic, instead of just down the street from my job. He’ll be even more accountable for keeping up with a schedule and assignments for seven classes and seven different teachers. What worries me most are the social challenges he may face. His two best friends will be attending his same program, but he will inevitably be faced with the trials and tribulations of attending a new school, curiosity about girls, bullies, and the information kids are susceptible to these days (gosh, I sound old!) via the internet. Kids are growing up way faster than when I was his age. I know I can’t stop him from growing up, and I can’t stop him from being exposed to things I’d rather he not be. All I can do is encourage that he communicate with us, and let him know that we’ll always be on his side, and we’ll always be there for him, no matter what.