About a Boy

"How can it be time for Senior pictures already?" I asked myself recently. How did 17 years slip like sand through my hands?

This grown boy looks like he is shipping out to sea, and I couldn't help but mist over just thinking about that reality happening soon.
These are Trevor's dress blues for JROTC. He is cadet of the month, and we thought we'd capture it for Senior photos because we don't have a letterman's jacket (do they get letterman jackets in the tropics?)

These are my stealth photos I took over the photographer's shoulder or behind a bush. Trevor was cooperative fir the most part but a bit irked that he had to pose like it was a model shoot. The Japanese tourists standing around watching him contributed to Trevor's discomfort level.

Isn't the little white chapel in the background so scenic?
Trevor had to change out in public so he was wearing Under Armor bike tights under his clothes. His stripping in public didn't help the crowds dissipate.
Here he is wondering if he can leap over the limestone wall and just swim away.

This weekend they also had the Football Awards Ceremony for the new 2010 IIAG Guam High Panthers at Gab Gab beach. The coach was lamenting the fact that he didn't get to have Trevor "a real athlete" for more than 1 year.
Now they are recruiting Trevor to play Rugby, (I am cringing because the AF Academy passes over young men who have sports injuries.) I worried about football injuries with pads-- yikes, just thinking about Trevor getting smashed by a 250 lb Chamorro boys, without wearing any pads wakes me up at night.

And finally this was the first wrestling match of the season. Trevor had to wrestle last years All-Island Champ Chris Aguon from "FD" Father Duenas. Despite the refs being inexperienced, and impartial to FD (they were both graduates of FD and actually coached the FD kids wrestling beneath them on the mat) Trevor won this round.

Trevor hurt his rotator cuff because the ref wouldn't call this horrible 1 minute of hyper extension of Trevor's shoulder. Our coach was yelling to stop, but the FD ref ignored him. These are the moments where that "Mother lion" instinct kicks in, and I wanted to go down and mangle the perps playing dirty and inflicting pain. Steve just patted me and told me to calm down as Trevor is not a little boy anymore. No matter how grown a man can get---they will still remain boys to their mothers.