Thursday, June 24, 2010
red gown day
Tuesday night was Primo's 8th grade graduation ceremony. Him and a sea of identically red-gowned young teenagers: 144, to be exact.
I forget, all too often, that I need to treasure the last fleeting bits of his childhood because they are almost gone. The busy-ness and bustle of day-to-day life distract me from how quickly they are disappearing. His increasingly grown-up demeanor and conversation and abilities blind me to the fact that remnants of the child are still there, though, however faint.
But his younger brothers know. They are all too aware that he is growing up and away from them. He rarely comes outside to play with them anymore; as last week's pictures show, they are more often a gang of two these days. When he does forget himself for just a few minutes to join them, they are almost dizzy with joy and love.
My wish for this summer is to treasure these moments; to help me remember, and not to let him slip away too easily, even if some days it feels like he is almost gone.