I know everyone said that this would happen. That within a blink of the eye, they would grow up. That I should savor every moment.
And I did. I still do. Every second of every day.
Yet, within what seemed like months, my grade R and then Grade 1 little boy turned into the young man he is now.
Today he finished his primary school years.
8 years gone by just like that.
“Quintus, in these 8 years you have done nothing but make me proud.
From that little boy who made sure everyone had tuck money, to the one giving away his market day purchase to a younger boy when it was sold out.
From the little boy who ran onto the rugby field in Grade R to tackle a boy his friends missed, to the 1st team rugby player who stood back for no-one.
From the little boy who sang in the school choir, to the one now a member of the North West Children’s choir.
You have grown into such a special, awesome boy.
I hope your high school years will be brilliant. These are the years you will really remember as an adult. You make amazing memories in High School. I hope that all your memories will be good.
I love you.
I am proud of you always.