I had to be stealth to capture this shot from inside a house where he couldn’t see me. There is a pane of glass between us and he was busy watching his uncle fly a GoPro helicopter camera, so I got lucky.
He is insistent that I not take pictures of him. It’s a shame because I think he’s a great looking kid and I want to remember him when he’s gone in a few years.
I can’t handle that last sentence I just wrote.
Big C will be a Junior this year. You remember your Junior year, right? It’s “the one that counts”. It’s the one colleges look at. It’s the one with Chemistry. It is the longest, toughest and most stressful year of high school.
And then it’s over and he’s a Senior.
This being a parent thing is heart wrenching. I am not prepared. At all.