But now I'm here.
He decided to be a Ballet Dancer and nothing else.
He didn't want to be an actor though he's damn handsome.
And his physique turned out really really well:
And now he's 17
And now he's moving to Boston.
To be a ballet dancer.
I cannot believe as a mother how incredibly hard this is.
He's so happy he can hardly breathe.
He tries to be polite about it to his dad and me.
He no longer goes to high school - that really stopped a couple of years ago - he just goes online and does these packets, but he mostly dances at the professional company here, who wanted to keep him.
They understood that after ten years of training, he has to go. He can't be seen as Little Boy Kidster here at his company. He has to leave them and he has to leave his Mom and Dad.
Still not planning on college, but we knew that a few years ago.
He leaves in June.
We live in the West. It's so far away, can you know how far it is? It's as far as you can go driving without falling into the sea.
I have never loved a single human being as much in my entire life.
Here's the thing, Boston didn't even make him audition for this traineeship. They just asked him to come once they saw him dance one summer.
No audition for this one, the biggest thing so far.
This is the last thing before The Real Job, which might come from this last traineeship, this last chance to be someone's student.
Wish him luck for me, you mothers and fathers out there.
Wish me and his dad luck too.
How do you stand this? He's moving so far and he's not thinking about moving back our direction for awhile. His wings unfolded on that back of his. And his eyes are looking up up up.
He's already off the floor, far off that floor.
