Yesterday, my favourite boy in the whole wide world graduated from elementary school. The school had a little celebration--nothing over the top, just a lovely little ceremony in the gym. The kids from the younger grades all line the halls and cheer them on as they walk to the gymnasium. The girls clearly take it more seriously than the boys. Many of the boys hadn't even dressed up at all, but the girls pretty much all wore pretty summer dresses. Some of them had make up on...a glimpse of the teenagers they are becoming.
I asked Jack if he wanted to dress up. He took this as an opportunity to angle for a superhero belt buckle and a new superhero t-shirt(he was without a superman shirt if you can imagine...oh the horrors).He topped it off with his Christmas dress coat. I begged him to wear converse, but he assured me that converse were not cool. So, he wore his big clunky shoes which...if I'm completely honest...are not my favourite but apparently they are cool.
Elementary school was far from a smooth ride for this boy...my favourite boy in the world. But, he showed maturity that shocked us and has grown from the experience into a tween who is embracing his geekdom in a major way. Always bright, he scored top marks in his class on two of his final exams(including a perfect score in Science). Not to fear, he came in second in all the other ones. I am proud of his achievements, but I shed a few tears today because I am thrilled that he has found a group of incredible friends who share his enthusiasm for off the wall humour and comic books. I love that these kids can see just how awesome he is even if he doesn't know anything about sports ;)
I meant to dig up a picture of Jack from his first day of kindergarten, but time got away from me. I did manage to find this oldie from around the time he would have been in Kindergarten. Just so you can see how much he's grown.
I took him out for a solo photo session to mark the end of elementary school. These are the images we created. I can see glimpses of both the child he was and the man he is becoming. That, my friends, is what makes this age so spectacular.
Jack, if you ever do read this one day, I want you to know what an extreme honour it is to be your mother. I know that I have made mistakes at times, but somehow...you have managed to become the coolest 11 year old I know. I love you to the moon and back my favourite boy. Always.