Junior high. Holy shit. Today my son started junior high.

Preschool… ✅

Kindergarten… ✅

Grades 1-6… ✅

Do you remember when I started this blog and none of those boxes had been checked yet? I’m pretty sure it was last week. If you weren’t around back then, it looked something like this…

And this…

And this…

And this…

And this…

It definitely didn’t look anything like this…

Or this…

Or definitely not this…

It didn’t look like…

Hairy legs, and hairy armpits, and little mustaches, and square chins.

It definitely didn’t look like…

Adult-sized clothing, shoes that could anchor a boat, repeated pleas talks about deodorant, or little pimples.

And it certainly didn’t look like…

Deep voices, talks about the world of girls, locker partners, and sports teams you actually have to try out to be on.

Junior high. What utter and absolute bullshit.

Today I somehow no longer have a child.

Today I somehow am raising a young man.

Today I somehow seem to have a clock ticking down against me.

Today I have flashbacks of junior high horrors and anxiety about my son having the same.

Today I realize I’m on the downhill slide of this thing called parenthood.

Today my son has officially hopped to the side of the nest and is looking down at the real world below for the first time.

Junior high. Screw that. Can anyone here tell me how to keep hold of this a little bit longer?

Any and all suggestions of how to do that would be greatly appreciated.

Dan Pearce | The Single Dad Laughing Blog