I’ve been bragging to everyone about the boy. He’s in a magnet program, he’s building robots, he’s taking violin, he loves scifi and Eddie Izzard and Monty Python and The Simpsons.
His hair is long and is starting to show a slight curl. A group of juniors (a year older than he) are starting to use his middle name (Dante) and thus he is happy, finally, to have it.
His high school put on a sort of history fair last week–they did group project on WWI. We went, not expecting much, and were suprised to find costumes, props, videos, and a bunch of dressed up teenagers. Someone had told them to make eye contact, which means that some of us saw the boy’s eyes (his hair was in a ponytail) for the first time in years. The kids were articulate and when asked questions, could answer (with the correct information). I actually learned a lot from them, though not from the boy, who wouldn’t let me hear his presentation (apparently, I make him nervous).
The most interesting thing was watching my son standing outside and getting people funneled into his group’s presentation. My somewhat shy child was basically a carnival barker and I’ve never been prouder.
Very awesome. Don’t let him fool you into thinking he’s gone all non-teenager though; I had to hear it here.
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Yay! I, too, am proud of the boy. I wish I’d been there.
Aw, this book-club-auntie is beaming with pride, too.