Myra Faye Turner, Writer
It’s the first day of school and you (grumpily) roll out of bed at 6:30 a.m. to find that, not only is your kid already up, but he has fixed his breakfast and is sitting quietly watching the local morning news. Welcome to high school.
When my son Tyler was born, everyone told me the years were gonna fly by so I should take every moment to enjoy him being a kid. It’s hard to imagine that the years have indeed flown by and he’s now a freshman in high school. And although I’m glad he’s growing up, I sometimes long for the days when he was a toddler. I miss Sesame Street and the Wiggles and listening to endless hours of kid-tunes in the car. Sure, we still do a lot of things together, in fact more adult things like going out for coffee or playing Gin Rummy. And he’s learning to drive! But sometimes, I miss my baby boy.
The transition to high school is a rite of passage and quite an adjustment for teens. There’s new friendships that spring up, new locker combinations to learn and new responsibilities. Friday night dances, homecoming and service hours. His school does not wear uniforms, so there’s the important matching of pants, shirts and shoes. There’s also the question of “What do you want to do with the rest of your life?” It can be an exciting but scary and stressful times.
It’s also a big adjustment for the parents. Two days in and I already feel overwhelmed by what’s expected of me! My Google calendar is already filled with upcoming events and reminders. But I’m excited about this new phase in our lives and hope that I’ll be able to effectively guide him as he becomes a young, responsible man. Getting up on his own, on time and making his breakfast is the first start...now, if he could have my coffee waiting for me when I wake up, I’d be in heaven!