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When Boys Grow Up
By Bill Kirk
It happened sometime just last week
When we arrived at school.
For Third Grade boys, a good-bye hug
Was then no longer cool.
That day we followed our routine
To get to school on time.
Our grandson, Dylan, tried his best
To beat the wall clock chime.
“You’d better hustle—grab your books”
Called Grandma with a sigh.
“The tardy bell will soon go off.
So, you had better fly!”
Inside the car, we buckled up,
And drove right to the school.
We parked and crossed down at the light,
For that’s the safety rule.
We got to class just as the kids
Lined up to start their day.
But something different happened then,
Or didn’t, I should say.
Instead of giving me a hug,
He shyly waved good-bye,
And whispered, “See you after school.”
“OK,” was my reply.
As I watched Dylan turn to leave,
I let him have his space;
But, so he’d know that I was there,
I waited just in case.
And then, as if to let me know
That he would be just fine,
He bravely said that at his school
“Just kids can wait in line.”
Our hugs soon turned to shoulder pats—
Or noogies, just for show.
How quickly had the time arrived
For him to let me go.
They say that growing up is hard,
For boys, and Grandpas, too.
But with each change that comes along,
You’ll both know what to do.
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