Graduation Day!
Posted By CHays on June 3, 2010
My little buddy, Keenan, moving on to middle school. As you can all see, I have missed much time in between, sadly. Not that I haven’t been keeping track, I am a picture and video freak, so I have all my little memories in track, just, unfortunately, not in writing.
I remember the beginning of this school year, literally like it was yesterday. I remember saying at the beginning, we have a long long way to go, and here I sit today, watching my little boy, who used to run around in his little Harry Potter glasses, grow up so quickly. Keenan’s milestones this school year would include the transition from glasses to contacts, the desire to keep his hair long and hippy, 3 girlfriends… sigh… and a trip to John Cassablanca’s for an interview for representation; you see, Keenan’s one main goal in life right now is to get on the big screen. He DEFINATELY has what it takes, he has the wit, the personality, he’s a funny kid, and soooo quick with a comeback, but I refuse to push the child acting environment into one of my kids lives.
I get so tired and sad for these kids out there, the Lohans, the Spears, the whomever it is and will be next who have struggled throughout a time in their lives that should be normal, kid, fun times! Not that this is the way it turns out for all of them, but the opportunity for the prevailing pressures from attention, media, fans & other will play it’s toll and I can’t imagine that there is a whole lot to deter that.
I want him to keep his interests. If acting is what he wants, that is what I want for him, but I think there are other ways to move him up that cycle, community plays, acting classes, clubs, etc. that can, for the time being, fulfill that desire and at least prepare him better for that kind of future.
Anyhow, back on subject 
Keenan has come a long way in his little life, and he is super excited about middle school, not so happy about moving, but he will be fine, he always is.
I call our family the military family that’s not… we aren’t military, but we seem to move like military families. Whenever we get to where we are going, Keenan says he is going to hate it, and by the end he is saying how he’ll never find a better place.
He’s a little stinker sometimes, and one of my best helpers other times, Keenan is my 3rd baby, and is uniquely special to me. As each of my children are. I have big hopes for Keenan’s future!
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