He only spoke for about two to three minutes, his strong voice echoing over the 200 high school students in attendance but ended with this: "Be passionate about something. Go all in and go with reckless abandon and be passionate!"
It's a delicate balance to live and work in his high school, being involved and committed to the mission of the school without always being in his shadow, without saving him from failure or hurt or being everywhere whenever he turns around. It's knowing more than I talk about and waiting patiently until he is my source. Nevertheless, working where he lives, where he finds his way and makes his path gives me great joy.
He could have just as easily sat down with his peers while I remained standing at the back of the gathering. It would have been acceptable to shoo him off to the cabins like I did the rest of the kids and just hug his neck goodnight - but his daddy raised him to take care of his mamma.
Feeling pretty blessed, enjoying the confidence he exudes and pretending this isn't the first of all the senior lasts.