Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Among Other Things....

...my Sun, who is just about my height/soon-to-be-taller, graduates elementary school today. He is eleven years old. For most of it, it's been him and me. For seven years, we've taken the hour-long commute in the mornings, giggling and telling stories, or eating breakfast, or arguing over undone chores/lost bus passes/missing homework, doing homework or sleeping. When he was very little he used to stand on the seat beside me, in the corner seats we always take, peering out the window of the elevated train, waiting to see the two big highlights of our trip. The first was the trainyard just above the Parkchester Station. In the morning the yard was mostly empty, yards of silver tracks criss-crossing each other like shiny ribbons.

And then right before we went under ground, we'd cross over the very high bridge that spans the dirty Bronx River and look down over a lot where school buses used to park. He would race to see how many buses were still parked in the yard before the train went under ground.

After a while, he got too big to care... playing his video games or reading a book instead.

Only one year I didn't take him in every day; the year his friend the Moon went to the same school and Shoefly, who is a much better morning person than I, would take them both in. I didn't miss rushing to get out of the house, but I did miss taking him to school.

Over seven years his hair went from long to drastically short to gradually long again, his face went from round to long, his voice deeper. Only his beautiful eyes remain unchanged, but now his face has grown to accommodate them.

Over seven years I went from war to peace with his father, been in love twice, played with booty calls, been heartbroken and joyous.

I've made friends, lost friends, changed friends...

But his life hasn't changed much. By the time I was his age I'd lived in three different countries, and he has pretty much lived in the same apartment his whole life. I was a lot more independent. I definitely wasn't as spoiled.

But he's a good kid, I think. Mostly polite and courteous except to me at times; talented, resourceful and enormously secure in himself.

I don't know that he realizes how much his life is about to change, but I'm confident that he'll handle it the way he handles most things; with a calm beyond his years and mostly good humored.

My little boy... now soon-to-be taller than me, long legged and husky voiced. I love him more than I could ever say... he is truly my light, my sun.

5 comments:

professor said...

I love my fuzzy...how he's grown in the seven years...he is a really good kid and I'm so proud to be his aunty even though he pays me no attention...lol...

Bonnie said...

I was just looking at some old photos of my kid and yours. They were so little. What happened? M will be at the same point next year and I am already feeling a little sad.

Blossom said...

that made my cry auntie lol, especially because i remember that round angelic face with those big pretty brown eyes, how they use to look up at me; now they look down to me ..... sigh.

LilacBlue80 said...

Am so proud of my Fuzzy who's transitioning into "the Fuzz". Will miss him very much. Know you'll continue to do a wonderful job with him...helping him to become a wonderful man. Am very proud of you too mama bear ;-)

The Bear Maiden said...

Thanks, you all... I"m very proud of him :)