At the end of 5th grade, elementary school in Wichita is over. 6th grade starts the first year of Middle School. And just like that my "baby" isn't a baby any longer.
After Spring Break my sweet boy started bringing home notes from girls, talking about girls who like him and who he likes back, passing notes in school, "Do you like me?" He fears the talk about puberty, but when we have it... I have it with him sitting on the couch, because dad keeps procrastinating all the "boy stuff." Then we discuss again at dinner together as a family. By the last day of school he claims he has a "girlfriend" for the first time.
He stands nearly as tall as me, the top of his blond in perfect alignment with my mouth for kissing his forehead.
He has a summer of camps and time with grandparents and adventures with me and the neighbor boys, and doing grown boy chores to help around the house.
He watches too much YouTube, a scary, downhill slide of our society on the big screen, making more money than words to act like idiots playing video games. The worst part is they are his moms age!
When we make him turn that off he watches a magician revealing his tricks on Netflix. My dad points out that Gavin isn't watching this "kids show" on Netflix for the tricks, he is watching it for the assistants dressed in scantly clad uniforms. One night at dinner we mention this to Gavin and for the first time ever, my son blushes the color of a summer tomato, steam nearly spouts from his ears, he giggles and buries his head in his arms. Grandpa was right, Gavin is most definitely changing; like the spring turns to summer and summer to fall, my boy is becoming a man-child.
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