So on this misty morning it begins, middle school. I wish I could hide in his backpack to slay all his dragons and breathe fire on anyone who dares to hurt him.
But I cant (or can I?). So my message to my Z this morning was one he's heard from me before: Be brave. Be kind. Be happy. Be you.
I'll cross my fingers and hope for the best. I'll hope we've given him the strength to find his own happiness and hold his head up high. I shouldn't worry. He's made of good stuff this kid.
And he's got a black belt buddy he can call on for back up when I can't be there to slay the dragons. It's cool.
