I mentioned earlier that I was more sad to date about the lack of ceremony and tradition for John than Anna. I was so happy that the rogue parents of his class organized an un-sponsored spontaneous pickup of the final packets from the school. There is closure found in seeing classmates again and completing one ritual passage the signing of the teachers podium. This simple step signals to others that you were there, you were part of the legacy of the school. In essence you lived to tell the tale!
My son who does not like to be noticed, yet is normal in wanting to be part of the group allowed himself a nickname. One of the girls in his class thought his name was spelled Jhon. And the name stuck. Thus his mark on the desk is thus.
After a much more elaborate picture of his cousin came through I told him we should probably get a picture of him with his promotion certificate.
And the real deal the last class photo. No social distance that had been forced on them for the past two months. It was happy and fun to be together.
They have grown a lot both physically and mentally. I'm thankful John had the opportunity to be stretched and pulled into the extremely insightful, witty, kind, confident young man he is today. Willowcreek has been a huge blessing to him. And with that he is up and away to high school. Life is good, it is good to have a place and to be part of the whole.
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