SECONDARY SCHOOL

It is a fact, I know it is also a fact of life but still.., I have lost my son to secondary school. Suddenly I have a stranger living in his room and sleeping in his bed. Suddenly everything I say is not to the point and not done. Whereas last year we chose his notebooks in every colour of the rainbow with funny texts and pictures,  this year everything is BLACK. Black with graffiti, black with skaterboys in black or just plain black. This morning I was 'ordered' to go and buy a black backpack because the (black) bag he had chosen is way to small for all the books and notebooks and ... I don't know what else. Of course I didn't make the mistake of actually buying the bag but looked around and know which shop has the 'blackest' bag of all so when he comes home this afternoon we can go and buy it, or if I'm not 'allowed' he can go and buy it himself.

Of course I'm proud of my boy and enjoy watching him grow up but somethimes I wish I could turn back the time and once again take him in my arms and kiss and cuddle him without being pushed away after only one little kiss.