This morning I had to go to the high school to do an intradistrict transfer to keep Ethan at the same school. I was filling out the paperwork and got to the section that asked what grade he was in.
“11th.” I wrote.
And as I wrote it, I had to take a deep breath to fight back the tears because when in the hell did that happen?
When did the little boy who loved to hug me, squeeze my face and tell me that he loved me so so much turn into the handsome young man who is a junior in high school?
I mean, seriously, when in the hell did THIS happen?
This is one of those things that I can not even deal with because time is a huge jerk who doesn’t slow down even when you desperately need it to because my babies are growing up too fast and I’d like for them not to, please. Also? How did I birth a giant? I DO NOT UNDERSTAND.
Eleventh grade though.