Well, my youngest son, Ben, is now a high schooler. Ben has been “at” that school his entire life; he was born when Max started kindergarten there. Ben started preschool there at 3, and the family has been involved with Lincoln for 15 years.
What a beautiful ceremony the school had! A great bunch of kids. In his speech, one favorite teacher said, “I feel as if someone is taking the stars from the sky and moved them to the southern hemisphere.” Ben was singled out for high honors 2 years in a row, and for being an artist. He carried himself with aplomb and looked soft and happy. And then sad. I saw him standing on the hill by the upper playground, crying, with Max’s arm around him.
Nat did not come. It was too complicated to pick him up at his house, and I also think that the ceremony and crowded reception would have been too much on him — and Ben. It’s Ben’s day, after all. We finished the evening with a great dinner at Cheesecake Factory, Ben’s choice.