Teaching Sam and Scout

One Day, Sam Is Going to Be in High School

This morning, as is tradition in our program, all of my ninth, tenth, and eleventh graders got together to showcase the “self portrait” videos the freshmen made based on the Where I’m From poem they write at the beginning of the year for my class and the iMovie skills they learn in Mass Communication.

It is one of my favorite days of the year because it is such a great introduction to the kids I will be spending the next three years in the classroom with.  I love getting to see pictures of their families, the vacations they have taken, their friends, and the hobbies they have.  It is a great insight into the person that sits in a desk and stares at me all year.

Today, however, I was kind-of emotional about them.  (Blame it on the pregnancy again.) As the videos scrolled through photos of toddlers in Halloween costumes, siblings wearing matching shirts on the beach, and families sitting around the dinner table (complete with “All About that Bass” or “Shake It Off” in the background, of course), I couldn’t help but think about Sam.

Y’all, one day – and it really isn’t going to be that long from now – that precious little mess is going to be in high school too.

He’s going to be taller than me.

He’s going to play on sports teams, or be in the marching band, or star in the school play.

He’s going to ask a girl to Homecoming.

 

I literally cried through the presentations.

I bet those moms and dads – the ones in the pictures today – remember like it was yesterday when their “baby” was afraid of the dark, needed help putting on his shoes, and asked for piggy-back rides.

It is almost too much to bear for a Friday.

Have a great weekend you guys. Go make some memories!

E

P.S. The videos also made me feel strongly that I want Sam to have a lot of cousins.  Kathryn and Jayme, I’m going to need you all to get on it.

P.S.S. One more thing: I will support mostly anything Sam wants to do in life.  Except hobbies (like swimming) that require 5AM practices.  At least not until he can drive himself. 😉

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