Graduation Day

There's nothing like Graduation Day in high school. My one and only child graduated from high school yesterday. I am so proud of him and just want the whole world to know it! I can remember our first trip to his grade school. We were signing up for kindergarden and he was so proud to beable to go to school. Then he started, there were some problems and he was ready to call it quits. I explained to him you never give up. You just try harder. And harder is what he has always had to do. My son, has dyslexia. He has over come that so well. And even though he didn't earn an academics diploma from his high school he did earn a diploma.

Back to the grade school thing though...man I cried so hard the first day I knew he was going to kindergarden. He could count, tell me his ABC's and we had helped him learn all summer to help him learn to tie his shoes(that was the first clue there was something wrong!). The kid was smart though. You just had to read everything to him and he knew what you had read. He had so many friends and so much fun in grade school. He was "little Mr. Helper" wanting to help anyone and everyone that came along.

Then there was middle school where he became MR. Sports. There were the 56ers first, which was a fourth, fifth and sixth grade football team. And NO! it wasn't flag football either. It was the big guys stuff. My son always said flag football was for the sissy kids. After 56ers we were onto 7th and 8th grade football. In 8th grade, him and his team beat the south side of our city's middle school for the first time in almost 18 yrs. (I think that's right). That was the time of his life!! He was in on the play and you would have thought he played for the 1985 Chicago Bears Team. After football both years came wrestling. Now, I wasn't too into wrestling. But I loved it after I learned what they were doing and how they scored their points. My son never had to worry though because he almost always won by forfeit (which didn't help because then he didn't know what to do in high school when he got beat).

Our next 4 yrs. were the hardest years. He played football and wrestled. Love wrestling becasue of the coach..Coach Miller. Too bad all coaches don't coach like Coach Miller.

My son though has grown (mentally) so much while in high school and has so much information. If only I could have kept that much information in my head...I don't think I do now! He will do good in the future and find his goals. For now though it's relax time (at least 2 to 3 weeks).
I love him dearly!