My son will be graduating from 5th grade this week. I never realized how depressed and anxious this event would make me. My little boy is leaving the protective cocoon of his elementary school, a place where he feels safe and where the teachers and staff nurtured and guided him over the last five years. In a few short months my little boy will be in junior high! Where did the time go? It seems like just yesterday that he was playing with his Buzz Lightyear action figure and watching Toy Story for the billionth time! Speaking of Toy Story, I took my son and one of his friends to see Toy Story 3 this weekend. Thank goodness for those dark 3-D glasses because they hid my tears while I bawled like a baby during the movie. I wasn't only crying because it looked as if Woody and Buzz and all their little friends were getting melted down and going to toy heaven, I was also crying because my little boy is growing up and pretty soon he will not want to be caught dead at a movie with his stuffy old mom (who cries at kids movies!)
The days of dance festivals and bake sales are over. My little boy is not so little anymore. He is off to junior high where I know a little bit of unhappiness is in store for him. This is the time when the "clicks" start to form and the kids who you thought were your friends will no longer give you the time of day. Jessi @ The Musings of a Wannabe Star http://jhaish.blogspot.com/2010/06/best-friends-for-life.html recently posted about life after elementary school. She states "When I reached middle school..., I was most definitely shell-shocked." I am afraid that is how my son will feel. My son is a sensitive soul who loves and accepts everyone. It kills me to know that soon his peers will be judging him by the clothes her wears, the music he listens to, the kids he hangs out with. Will he bend to peer pressure and mold himself into the person his peers want him to be? Or, will he remain the kind, caring, sensitive soul that he has always been and thus, be labeled a "nerd" or whatever the negative term is they use these days? My heart aches knowing that there is nothing I can do to shield him from this pain. It is inevitable and everyone goes through it, but it just isn't right.
I don't want to fill his mind with my worries so I keep my mouth shut. I want him to embrace the idea of starting a new school and be excited about making new friends. I wish every happiness in the world for him and hope he finds some of that happiness in junior high.