It's number of eight inch wooden blocks my son, the TeePee Crew, the Scottish Skins and the Leadership Class have cut and sanded and will hopefully paint - all in the name of school spirit.
I think there are days his leaders and teachers grow weary to see him come in as he is never without an idea to make the student section or school spirit better. Additionally, he doesn't understand why it isn't the only thing everyone wants to work on.
But I love his drive, his determination, his singular focus on accomplishing some ideal greater than himself. I love his devotion to his school and to the spirit and legacy of the TeePee Crew. I admire the ownership he has for this role.
Yesterday, it wasn't going to get done, he announced as he flopped into his favorite chair.
"Tell me about that," I inquired. He spilled his frustration into the living room air. I listened, trying to remember that sometimes listening is more important than helping him find a solution.
This evening, after he returned from the volleyball game, he proudly announced every block, those same blocks that were never going to get done, had all been sanded.
He talks to me - often with more than 1184 words - each word a gift. He shares with me the important details of his life and the only act that is absolutely required of me is to show up.