Yesterday I received a letter from Cherokee High School regarding fall enrollment. My son is in the 8th grade. This fall he will be in high school. High school? Seriously? I just don't understand what happened. Writing this and reading it back to myself it seems impossible, absolutely impossible, that he will be in high school. It's probably harder on my digestion than it is my son's.
Now let's break that down. What we will be dealing with are the 3 Ds; Dating, driving and declaration of independence. I would also like to throw another D in for good measure, damage control. I can remember doing a little bit of that while in that 8-10 year learning curve. Of course I'm still in a learning curve only it doesn't seem to be so big, damage control isn't the focus of my life anymore.
Dating is first on the list because I can almost feel that "dating" will happen any day now. What's up with "dating" these days? I thought dating was reserved for those around 16 who can actually drive their date to their destination. If you can't drive yet, where are you going to go on a date unless someone takes you there? "Back in the day," the only dates we had at that age involved going to school dances once or twice a year. We didn't call it dating. When we were 14 or 15 there was no going to the movies with your girlfriend or boyfriend, or to the mall or anywhere else for that matter.
Driving is next on the list. Who is going to teach him? Even though I'm use to it, others are scared when they are in the car with my husband so if he's teaching our son I don't even want to know about it. I say I'm all for driver's training. They don't offer it in school but that's okay with me. I will pay someone to teach him. Something about being in the same car with someone learning to operate 2 tons of metal is a little scary. Thank goodness I still have a couple of years to forget about him getting behind the wheel. Right now he talks incessantly about what type of car would make a cool first car. Well, he'll be driving a bike to school unless he steps it up in the savings department. His other options are I drive him or he takes the bus. I'm sure that would go over well.
Last of all, at least he's taking it slow on his declaration of independence. Okay, first I had to let go of the school work and now this. What's next? Am I going to have to let him make up his own mind about a career, marriage, ... That is a lot to wrap my brain around. So far I think I'm doing fairly well. I'm trying to remember I'm just along for the ride. I'm along for the ride until I find out that he needs steering in a different direction.
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Dating is first on the list because I can almost feel that "dating" will happen any day now. What's up with "dating" these days? I thought dating was reserved for those around 16 who can actually drive their date to their destination. If you can't drive yet, where are you going to go on a date unless someone takes you there? "Back in the day," the only dates we had at that age involved going to school dances once or twice a year. We didn't call it dating. When we were 14 or 15 there was no going to the movies with your girlfriend or boyfriend, or to the mall or anywhere else for that matter.
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