(just listen in the background, there’s nothing to see here folks…but a beautiful version circa 1977)
The wheel is turning and you can’t slow down,
You can’t let go and you can’t hold on,
You can’t go back and you can’t stand still,
If the thunder don’t get you then the lightning will.
The wheel is turning. Oh my, the wheels are turning.
Andrew is making dinner. Soft shell crab and shrimp Po’ Boys, if you’re curious. I know, right? Don’t even tell me how lucky I am. I know.
So Andrew is making dinner. We were chatting. Our son took the car and left for the high school senior awards night.
I’m trying to let that sink in.
He took the car.
He’s graduating from high school. Next week.
I could post a picture of him when he was little here, but I’ll save that for a nice juxtaposition with his graduation photo. Hehe.
So the wheel is turning. So fast. So fast. I’m happy. I’m a wreck. I’m happy and a wreck. Reminds me of one of my favorite jokes:
Guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, “Help me! I’m a wigwam, I’m a teepee, I’m a wigwam, I’m a teepee.” And the shrink says, “Relax. You’re two tents.”
I know you already knew that one but I couldn’t resist.
I can’t really explain what it feels like to watch your child drive away. Those of you with older kids? I bet you know. It’s just the first domino. I’m so full of emotion. So full of emotion.
Is the kid ready for this? Ready to be so independent? Ready to move away? To be self-reliant? You bet he his. I’m bursting with pride. But that doesn’t make the tears stop.