I knew a long, long time ago my son was strong, inspired, loyal, hardworking, mature and that this day would come. He has always been a year or more ahead of others maturity wise. Oh, he has his weakness and struggles don't get me wrong. It's just his strengths more than compensate the challenges in his life.In first grade my son knew all the secondary employees of the school, the custodian, and the lunch room workers. He greeted them, shook their hands, knew their stories. When teachers and administrators didn't give them the time of day he became part of their family.
He's now 18. Dyslexia has been his challenge....but this challenge has yet to win the struggle. My niece and sister have invited him to come and end his Senior year in the small town where they live. There he can get one on one attention. He seems to be lost in the 4000 student High School he currently attends. My wife and I have agreed that he can go and end his year with my Sister and her family. He loves them dearly. He also loves where they live....a farm.
As a parent I suppose I have worked for this day. I've raised a compassionate, intelligent, self-confident son. The point of parenting is working to the day when our little ones fly out of the nest. It's time for my chick to fly.
I have the courage, and the faith to both let go and to celebrate.
I love my boy. He is now a man.
2 comments:
Oh, my! Wonderful and dfficult, too.
I think I'm going to cry...with joy for the man your Son has become, with sadness at your loss as a parent, and with fear that this day will come to us, too. He is lucky to have you guys as parents, you know.
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