Joe is in sixth grade now. SIXTH GRADE. His last year of elementary school. How did that happen? How did he get so old in the blink of an eye? He is going to be taller than me soon; he already weighs more than I did when he was conceived. Heck, his feet are even bigger than mine. Wasn't it just yesterday he was clinging to me, wanting to be carried?
I'm proud of him. I'm proud of the person he has become. He a goofy, lovable, nerdy, cool, inadvertently hilarious, quirky man in the making. He dances like a champ; girls will flock to him and he will be oblivious to the fact that they like him. He has a style all his own and doesn't know it. I am confident that he will be a good boyfriend and husband because he's had a crush on the same girl since kindergarten and has not been swayed. (But he cannot date until he is 35.)
I got lucky. I got a tough kid with a good heart. The good heart had made all the difference. Through all of the ups and downs, there was still a sweet, kind, loving boy in there somewhere. I'm glad he's back and here to stay.
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