There he goes...

There is one last glance, over his right shoulder, before he heads off to his first day of the seventh grade, in a foreign country half way around the world. As I stand there, watching him go I remember his first day of preK, the first day of kindergarten, and I imagine how he will look as he walks into his first day of college. It is times like this that I know I have done a pretty good job of being the Mama. I could not have been more proud of the young man that my son has become.