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By now, for most of us another school year has come to an end. For me this usually means complete and utter joy! No more homework, no more early wakes up to catch the bus, no more worrying about clean PE uniforms, and the list goes on and on. Nicholas just finished the 8th grade. I simply could not piece enough words together to tell you the extent to which I loathed middle school. So given the fact that we are done with middle school and the list of 鈥渘o mores,鈥 you would think I would be beyond overjoyed.

However, I can鈥檛 help but be a little sad, nervous, worried. The end of middle school means the beginning of high school. I might need the whole summer to prepare me for this. This is my 鈥渂aby鈥 we鈥檙e talking about鈥oing into high school!!!

Honestly I鈥檓 not sure I鈥檓 ready for all of this independence that comes with going to high school. Our job and goal is to raise our children to be independent. So why does it terrify me that he鈥檚 going to be independent? I swear it was just last week that I was putting him on the bus to kindergarten. This can鈥檛 be happening so fast.

Not to mention the whole new set of new teachers, a new school nurse, and an entirely new school I鈥檒l have to navigate. This parenting gig is truly not for the faint of heart.

I have had a little bit of an introduction to high school. Nick was able to play for the Junior Varsity high school baseball team this year. There were a few occasions that I had to drop him off at the high school to catch the bus to an away game. One day as I was dropping him off, I saw the rest of the team boarding the bus. I looked up and saw all these 鈥渂oys鈥 getting on the bus except, they really weren鈥檛 鈥渂oys鈥 but young men. It really took my breath away when I realized that although Nick hadn鈥檛 made it to the bus yet and therefore wasn鈥檛 in that group 鈥 he looked just like them.

nick_first_day_kindergartenDuring moments like this when I really want to cry about the fact that he鈥檚 now 3 inches taller than me and doesn鈥檛 want to curl up in my lap anymore 鈥 I remind myself what a wonderful young man he鈥檚 becoming. I remember when he was a baby/toddler, every new stage seemed better than the last. Some of the recent teenager stages I could do without but for the most part it鈥檚 still true 鈥 each new thing is better than the last.

I am so proud seeing him get on that school bus with all his teammates 鈥 laughing and having fun. So proud that regardless of the fact that his blood doesn鈥檛 clot 鈥 he has no fear and absolutely refuses to move out of the way of that curve ball coming in that鈥檚 not curving!

I鈥檓 optimistic that the new experience of high school will be better than the last. Even though the thought of him driving and dating and going to the prom and graduating makes me want to curl up in the corner and cry 鈥 I really could not be any more proud.

Happy Summer to you all!!!

Tracy, her husband, Lance, and son, Nick, (13-years-old) live in Virginia.

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*Note: 鈥淚nfusing Love: A Mom鈥檚 View,鈥 is a blog collection of personal opinions and a representation of individuals experiences. While extensive efforts are made to ensure accuracy of the content, the blog entries do not represent HFA or its Board of Directors. The blog is also not intended to be construed as medical advice or the official opinion/position of HFA, its staff, or its Board of Directors. Readers are strongly encouraged to discuss their own medical treatment with their healthcare providers.聽

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