I sat in an office watching it all unfold and my son's profile caught my attention. The shades were partially drawn so I was sure not to be caught staring, creeping, intruding. Girl after girl walked up to that boy; hugs were shared as were smiles. A conversation always ensued. Others who didn't know Wade as well walked up to his table, asked him questions and listened intently. His confidence is compelling as he dashes a smile and sells the "Union Way". If Taylor were just at OU preparing for rush, I would have snapped a quick pic, sent it to her via text and waited for the sarcastic reply. Poor baby Wade - he has been the source of our entertainment his whole life. Instead, I just watched - amazed and amused.
I hope every parent stands amazed at the gift of their children. I hope when a mom or dad sees his/her son or daughter in the strength of the child's element that the breathe in their lungs catches and they are at once stunned at the marvel of the gift they have been given. Sometimes, like the Sunday in Target, I just want to say "Stop and see this miracle in front of you. Hold them. Celebrate the child where he/she is right now and leave no doubt. Leave no doubt."
The adults at Union High School continue to pour into my son and as I have made the rounds for schedule pick up I watch adults in every building pour into the lives of thousands of students. I saw one of our teachers at the enrollment center. Seems pouring light into 150 students isn't enough of a challenge for her so she and her husband are fostering two more children in addition to raising their own.
There are so much more than schedules being picked up at our schools and I am so blessed to call these hearts my people.