It is done.  Scout is officially out of elementary and on his way to middle school.  On the last day C-man and I attended his ‘graduation’.  Wow, talk about a production!  I think on my last day at Roosevelt Elementary school back in the day (this is when I talk about the miles and miles I had to walk to to get there…and actually, that is kind of true…!)  the bell rang and we ran out of there.  Period.  This was a 2 hour long extravaganza complete with slideshow, speeches and a ribbon-cutting ceremony to present the outdoor benches our class apparently donated to the school.

Along with expecting this to be a quick little ceremony where the kids maybe sang a song and that was that, I thought for sure I would be throwing my proverbial cap (or fedora, more like it) into the air screaming a loud ‘Wa-of-the-hoo’ at the idea of getting out of that uncomfortable social soup of carnivals, science fairs and other various celebrations.  As mentioned in previous posts, it was pretty much torture for me to be a part of.  I knew it would be a bit sad to witness a milestone in Scout’s life, but I was fully unprepared to find myself having to hold back from uncontrollable sobs from the moment I sat down in the gym.

What really did it was the Irish Blessing Song that the 5th grade teachers sang to the kids.  Water works!  I looked around and saw that, although misty-eyed, not many people seemed to be struggling like I was.  As I mentioned, it was a total surprise even to me–I’m the girl who fully expected to be a puddle on my wedding day and for whatever reason, I didn’t shed a tear.

I think part of it was not only the sentimentality of watching my child grow up before my very eyes, but feeling all of the emotions of every elementary year–every mistake, every victory, every struggle–and realizing that, Wow.  We made it.  He made it.  He started this new school in 1st grade, he struggled with math, he sat in the corner at the Halloween party, he ‘twinkled’ awkwardly at the Carnival, he did the Science Fairs, he came in second and then won the Geography Bees, he was bored with the gifted reading program, he was made fun of for dancing all by himself outside at a party, he was celebrated for dancing in front of the class in the music room, he had to meet with the principal, he went on field trips, he did the announcements, he got made fun of and got in his own trouble on the bus, he made friends (he made friends!) , he won the hearts of adults that worked with him so that they shed tears when it was his time to go….all of these things, Scout did.  Like any ‘typical’ kid, he did.  And now he is moving on to the next stage.

Momma Bear ain’t done yet.


Hello, hello!  Whew, life has been busy lately.  Lately?  OK, it is all the time, of course.  But it seems like this past month has been especially busy.

Good grief, did I ever even share that Scout won the Geography Bee competition at his school this year?  Well he did, and just last week we were at the state competition.  All I can say is, Wow. In my opinion, any one of those kids had a shot at winning the thing.  Scout did not win, but he did very well.  It was an interesting process…there were over 100 kids there competing, and they first broke them up into smaller groups and had the kids in the groups go against each other.  A weeding out process, if you will.  Scout only missed one question out of eight, and this was against 20 other kids from grades 4th through 8th.  With this almost-perfect score, he qualified to go off into another mysterious room–parents were not allowed in this one!–to have this group battle against each other.  Sadly, Scout came out about 10 minutes later, already done for the day.  He didn’t even get to participate in the questioning, as there were so many kids who already had perfect scores and they could only get down to 10 for the final.  He was a bit disappointed, but overall he was proud of his accomplishment and it seemed he enjoyed the experience.  I know I did, wow.  Again.  Never did I think Geography would be so interesting.  Watching those kids rattle off those facts is nothing short of amazing to me.  Who knows what Scout will do with all of that valuable information in his head?  We shall see….

Scout has recently turned 11.  I know any birthday is a milestone, but for some reason 11 isn’t freaking me out as much as 12 probably will.  It is strange to think my baby is now a ‘Tween’, however.  I will say his recent behavior definitely has shades of ‘tween’ written all over it.  The talking back, the defiance…yikes.  It’s a whole new side of Scout we haven’t seen before, and it’s not exactly pretty.  I mean, what happened to the boy who followed rules so closely he would only call ice build-ups ‘Ice Darns’??  Honestly I find it downright scary at times.  Will the boy ever understand circumstance?  Will he ever really fear the outcome of his actions?  My ‘perfect’ rule-following child has now become the one who sometimes gets notes from the teacher or school bus driver.  It’s hard to know if it’s the horrifying teen hormone thing rearing it’s ugly head, or if it’s just Scout’s way of dealing/not dealing with things through this lovely thing we call Asperger’s.  Which brings me to my next topic…