Senior Awards day makes me nostalgic every year. As a teacher at this school, I feel a sense of pride for the students I have taught. Sometimes, knowing their stories, their struggles, this day of triumph, when they parade through the school in their caps and gowns for the first time, it’s all you can do to hold back tears. To hope they are ready for what’s to come.. to hope their futures are bright and wonderful.
It is so much harder to hold those tears when one of those seniors is your own son.
Not every child is an academic child… but every child has gifts. The modern educational scene rarely has a place for those that learn a different way, or have different passions or gifts..and so for many kids – including dyslexic kids like my oldest child, getting through the 12 years of education is tough. The Waldorf School of his first 8 years did wonders to hold him together and make his strong. And loving colleagues of mine helped pull him through his high school years in a traditional public setting.
So on this day, he received his National technical honor society cord, a bronze award for a CTE course he took, and a scholarship check from the US army.
He knew he wasn’t ready for 4 more years hitting the books.. he is ready to be active. So he enlisted. Come August, my Quaker husband and peace loving self will be sending our son off on the next leg of his journey – one he has chosen, and we are supporting. We like to think of children as “ours” – but really, they are just on loan, until they find their own feet and their own wings. Love and lots of prayers will be going with him later this summer, just as they have done for the past 18+ years of his existence.