Well, maybe it only seems that way. I don't usually write about my family, but this morning, my baby started high school. That's enough to give any mom a funny feeling. I'm not sorry. I'm not a mom who wishes the kids would remain babies forever (2 a.m. feedings? Ugh! And diapers were never my favorite, either. Nor having to haul a couple of toddlers with me everywhere I went). Still. High school. Definitely big kids now.
Both guys went off together this morning. For the first time in four years they are in the same school (same PTO! Same Open House and Back to School Nights!). And Second Son is no dummy. He knows that he can count on his brother to fill him in on what he needs to know, see to it that he gets to the right place. No nerves about the first bus ride, because he's got his brother. At some point no doubt that will become a bit grating. But meanwhile, he knows that he's got a good deal going. Eldest Son even primed the teachers to like him (their Jr. High math teacher went so far as to tell me how sorry he was that I'd had only the two).
It's going to be fun watching these two in the next phase of their life as brothers. Then in two years, Eldest Son gets to go off and pioneer a new place again. And when it comes to college, who knows if they'll be together. I hope they treasure this time.
Here are the boys on their first "self-propelled" pack trip, when they were 3 and 4 years old:
And this summer in the Canadian Rockies. Snowball fights in summer! Yeah! Boys grow up fast, but some things don't change.