Our big boy. You started secondary school last week and you're taking it all very seriously indeed. I know you are nervous, anxious too, but no one else can see it, you are carrying yourself well, all confident and sure looking.
You may be broodily approaching 13, but I'm seeing the intense toddler you used to be creeping through. A stickler for rule following, it would be a fate worse than death to be in trouble, or to be addressed for not wearing your uniform correctly. That, we know, will never happen. You clean your shoes daily, you will not wear a white shirt two days in a row if it has the slightest pen mark..my home duties have certainly had to step up a notch. It might be time I taught you how to was by hand.
I remember your first day of primary school so vividly. Coming home and setting up your desk for homework (that you didn't have but craved), making the odd office announcement with your toy phone, all official business.
You thrive on learning, you did then and you do now. It's frustrating you that you've had to spend the first three days doing orientation and not just getting stuck into the school work. Bless you! I dare not remind you of this when you are feeling overwhelmed once the work begins to flow.
You really are growing up before our very eyes. You've been taking your chores as seriously as the school work. Often without being asked, watering the garden, emptying the dishwasher, taking care of your baby sister, but that's hardly an effort, your face fills with happiness every time you lay eyes on her.
Dad's teaching you how to do floorplans so you can help us out during busy times. You love the idea of being paid for this kind of work, it's right up your ally and you can't learn them quickly enough!
While I see the baby, and the teen, I also see the man, and this fills my heart to the brim with such pride...just so you know.