May 17, 2011
Tomorrow Tre will have his final day as a freshman. I think it's only natural to pause and look back. Somehow, though, I can't seem to see past right now.
This weekend there was a dance at school. The theme was black and white.
Here he's cleaning his Converse and being irritated that I'm taking pictures of him.
He somehow convinced me that he needed a new black tie, ironed himself a crisp white shirt, and was pretty annoyed by me and my camera.
His dad was permitted to help him with the tie.
I was invited to stop calling him cute.
I think he and Sophia attended the same Someone-Is-Pinching-Me school of smiling.
This is more like the truth.
And then I was allowed to sit next to him in my van and let him drive to school. He's doing well with the driving, and he only nearly hit one parked car. That's practically not even his fault, because he was scanning a group of kids at the school entrance to see if his friends were among them. I think we've all fallen prey to THAT particular driving hazard.
I noticed that there were no other ties in the group of boys. I wondered if Tre should wear his, and if I should say anything or just shut up.
"Huh," he said, "I'm the only one dressed up."
"Well, if you feel uncomfortable, you can always just take the tie off and push up your sleeves."
"Yeah, I could. Or I could just go ahead and be the best looking one here, Mom."
And that's what he did. He hopped out of the car and trotted off to join the group. How did he become so self-possessed? When did that happen?
Take a look at these pictures. On the left is his school ID. That photo was taken the first month of school. On the right is his driver's permit, taken in March.
Somehow, over the course of this school year, he's morphed from that soft-cheeked boy into a near man with angles in his face and convictions about what he wears.
It's like a magic act, except those don't usually make me cry.
Wow--the picture does show the difference. And, it's OK--you don't have to see past now. Just take it as it comes . . .
Posted by: Trinalambert.wordpress.com | May 17, 2011 at 11:02 PM
Ouch, my heart. STOP GROWING, TRE! Sheesh.
Posted by: Mir | May 18, 2011 at 06:13 AM
Please let that happen with my kids. Just not yet.
Also, good luck not calling him cute.
Posted by: Em | May 18, 2011 at 08:01 AM
The difference in those pictures is astonishing!
Off to put bricks on my boy's heads.
Posted by: Headless Mom | May 18, 2011 at 09:18 AM
That's so wrong.
Posted by: Vern | May 18, 2011 at 03:13 PM
What an amazing difference! Such a handsome (and cute!!) young man!! So very impressed with his self confidence!!
Posted by: Jilly Jill | May 18, 2011 at 10:08 PM
The captions that I see in my head for the two pictures are:
Pic #1 - Is this going to be OK?
Pic #2 - Yup. This is good.
Cute. Adorable!! I could come up with descriptive words ad nauseum, but I don't want him to be offended and cranky.
Posted by: Amma Always | May 19, 2011 at 10:27 PM
My son's face has recently changed, and I've been trying to figure out how to describe it, and you nailed it -- it is getting angles.
Posted by: Linda Sherwood | May 25, 2011 at 07:49 AM