Kareem was the first kid to really worm his way into our hearts…and our home…and our wallets.
One week ago, he signed with Arizona State to play college football.
We couldn’t be prouder.
But while I looked at this young man and all he has become, I couldn’t help but think about that kid dragging his suitcase behind him on the sidewalk to come and stay with us for fall break almost five years ago.
Or him sunning himself in an adirondack chair while I painted the porch.
Or when he would borrow my earrings because he lost his.
(He’s past that stage now – thank God.)
I thought of when we told him I was pregnant – and he thought we were joking for a week.
I thought of when he had his girlfriend over and insisted on fried chicken for lunch. I had just found out I was pregnant and was constantly nauseous. I made the chicken – barely – and haven’t made it since.
I thought of the summer we moved into the beloved foreclosure. Kareem stayed with us a lot that summer. Our daily routine consisted of Grunt and I getting up around 8a.m., then waking Kareem up who had slept on the couch. We would turn off the t.v. he had left on all night, and then he would make his way down the hall to our bed and wouldn’t be heard from again until that afternoon or when it was time to go to practice.
Those days grew farther apart, giving way to new friends in high school and a busy social life.
And that was fine – that was to be expected.
And then his senior year came.
And the colleges came.
And he finally chose one.
And he leaves in May.
And I can only hope that he knows how amazing he is, but how to be humble as well.
Well, I can also hope he eats right, sleeps enough, studies a lot, and doesn’t go to too many parties.
You know you don’t wanna miss any of this crazy.
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