June. The start of the summer season, vacations starting up, school ending and graduations. Among the events that have taken place, for me, in June…my oldest son graduating from high school and turning 18.
I thought the graduation was going to be tough for me. I was very proud of him. Watching him walk across the stage, getting his diploma and remembering a time when we sure if it would ever happen. When he was a child, Chase had an immune system deficiency and took several meds and received monthly, then weekly infusions. We never knew what the long term effects of the medication he took and the blood infusions he received would do. There was even concern on how it would all affect his cognitive ability. Well, I am happy to report that it all kept him alive as well as not doing anything to hamper is learning and mental growth.
He has turned out to be a fine young man.
Fine young man.
It seems to me that just a few short years ago he was five and just starting school. But, I woke up one day and he’s 15 and in high school. How in hell did that happen?
Now, he’s 18. Out of school, driving and has a job. Soon, he’ll have two jobs as he will be a ‘scare actor’ at a local theme park for the Halloween season. My otherwise quiet son will be scaring the pants off of grown people and kids alike.
He’s good at it too as we saw him in action last season.
Over the years, I’ve watched him develop and grow. Often, telling him he needed to stop that nonsense and be my little boy forever. Of course, that didn’t happen. Well, the stop growing part, anyway.
I think back at his many goals…like being tall enough to reach the light switch on his own. Being able to read just enough so he could play Rollercoaster Tycoon while daddy was at work (I used to put him on my knee and play the game with him. We built many, many amusement parks together.) Getting tall enough to ride the Tomb Raider. Being able to ride to ride the Volcano. Wishing he was in high school. Wishing he was out of school, etc.
And watching the awe and amazement coming from him when he discovered something new as well as having those goals met. Watching his excitement when he was able to reach the light switch, play the games, ride the rollercoasters and tomb raider. The pride, walking across the stage, in getting his diploma. Even today, he still gets excited. Not as much, perhaps, as he used to, but he does. (Seeing the joy on his face when we went back to Disney World was just as cool as it was the first time, some 12 years ago.)
Time doesn’t stop and Chase will, eventually, move on and, hopefully, find out how awesome it is to be Dad. And, it has been awesome. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
And, I get to do it again.