Not the “Glory Days”
by chuckofish
That end-of-the-school-year excitement is finally beginning to wind down, but it’s got a slightly different feel this year because our youngest is about to graduate from High School. We been to our last piano recital — he played this pretty music for his old mom (or so I like to think).
And we’ve attended our last high school concert.
That’s Tim playing the guitar in the center of the pic
[This picture is actually all-county Jazz Band, but you get the idea. ]
Don’t think I’m getting all teary-eyed, though. While I have always enjoyed watching my own kids perform in concert, I will not miss being subjected to ‘vocal jazz’ and terrible, off-key renditions of Michael Jackson songs while I sit in a stuffy, noisy auditorium waiting patiently (ahem) for the only 15 minutes I care about. Okay, I guess I’m terrible; the truth is out. I venture to add that no one in my family will ever feel nostalgic about High School — more like “goodbye and good riddance”. My kids seem to have survived the experience largely unscathed and at least that Bruce Springsteen song, “Glory Days” will never apply them!
Still, they do grow up fast, don’t they?
A windy day on Whiteface at Lake Placid, 1996
Don’t you just love the expression on his face? And look at those wrists! This is one proud mama.
dual personalities 
And on to the next phase.
I’ve always loved that picture–we have it somewhere in our house. Too cute (of both mama and toddler!)
Yes, indeed, it is a favorite! I think it was on the refrigerator for years (!)…Timbo has always favored his mother I think.
Yes, I often have that (his) expression on my face!
Mom, why did you tie that string so tightly around poor Tim’s wrist?
You probably put a rubber band around it — you liked to put rubber bands on things, remember?!