As my oldest and myself get the rest of the things ready for school, I listen to him talk about his orientation. I can’t help but start to think about when he was born. I remember thinking that this day of him starting high school would be years away. Letting my mind wander, I start to remember his first steps, words… ect. I can’t help but feel somewhat sad my baby is growing up. Soon he will be driving, and getting a job! As I watch him put the rest of his books away, I start to smile. He’s coming into his own, and I feel very blessed to have him as my son. I can’t wait to see him do his own thing in his life. Good luck my freshman.

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