Later in the afternoon as I sat on my back porch cutting apart laminated signs that list each of the 2017 Union High School seniors and the college he/she will attend, my son opened the porch door. With salsa and chips in hand, he sat in the sun with me and ran a stream of ideas that were as endless as the Sunday sun.
Here's to the days that will bring wisdom to your brilliance sweet boy, and compassion to your passion, and mercy to your justice. Here's to the days when you call your mama just to talk, to vent about some chemistry I will never understand but will ask about just to be in the conversation with you. Here's to the minds with whom you will collaborate and challenge and who will challenge you. Here's to the freedom you crave and deserve....
Hope you remember where home is....
where three cut throat competitors taught you to play poker and teased you without mercy...
where wrestling matches ended with a mother's chiding - "don't hurt each other..."
where Saturdays were filled with food and football, and where you have been loved with the rarest of loves.
The times he chooses me rest infrequently between the jovial verbal jousts he seeks from his daddy. Oh but when he chooses me, his warmth counters that of the spring sunshine as there is nothing I want to be more than his mom.
#bestrongandcourageous