The big night has come and gone. My baby boy walked across the stage.I cried and am crying still but many of the tears are from pride and joy.Not because he was an exceptional student...he wasn't. Not because he got many awards...he didn't. But because he is grown enough to judge what kind of a man he will be and because I love him so much!
It is no small thing to get a child raised. I propose that we change our terminology---"Labor" should be called "Birthing" and "Raising" should be called "LABOR"! I have been in labor with this child for 18 years and have now delivered a wonderful young man to the world! I feel the same as when I birthed him. I was sad that he had to leave my womb where he was close and protected. There was pain involved--lots of pain. I was also full of joy to see his life begin-- apart from me. Now he will leave the womb of our home and start an even more independent life. I feel the pain but also the joy!
Our school puts out a special addition in the local newspaper with pictures and interviews of each graduate.One of the interview questions was--

" How do you intend to change the world?"

It surprised me that a large number of them, including my son, answered --

"I don't, you can't change the world."

Why do they think that? Can't they see how they already do?

Thank you son! My world is better because of you.