I haven’t seen my boy in months.
Last year the scholarship to the private school was approved and the faculty was expecting great things from him till…
He took a pencil “shank” and drew blood from his best friend’s leg.
It had been a long time since my boy had been in trouble but it wasn’t the first time…
So he was expelled from private school just before Thanksgiving break…
He was still qualified for public middle school so he enrolled in time for Christmas holiday.
Sometime before January 1st, 2018, my grandson, my godson, my boy started smoking weed and having sex.
“Goddamn,” I said. “I was hoping you’d wait till you were 14.”
And I was also hoping I’d have the rest of his 7th grade year and upcoming summer vacation before I said goodbye to him.
But I didn’t make it to the end of May.
And I never got to say goodbye.
One day, he just stopped taking my calls.
His mother said he didn’t want to talk to me.
She said, “Thanks for your help. I’ve got this.”
And, I guess she does, after an 8 year period of me making sure my grandson got to school, to his games, to his band concerts, completed his homework and ate breakfast and supper, I guess she’s finally rested enough to take over.
Or, more than likely, she figures, “He’s big enough to smoke out, he’s big enough to raise himself.”
The first day of public school was August 15th. His math and homeroom teacher says, “He’s off to a fine start.”
Just like last year.
His teacher also says, “He is on the football team.”
He still won’t answer my calls but he’ll text me his game schedule.
And I go to his games when I’m not working.
Last week, I was running late and the contest had already started. I heard the announcer shout, “Touchdown. Number 88.”
And I thought, “That’s my boy.”