Today my oldest son graduates from high school. I will now take my parental prerogative to reminisce.
At a very young age, Nathan always treated us to a parade on his John Deere tractor after dinner each evening as he rode his tractor, donned in his SWAT outfit and winter boots, around and around the kitchen. There were tons of Matchbox cars strewn across the floors of our town home for us to step on in our bare feet. And who could forget him standing on the back of our kitchen chairs pretending he was a garbage man riding his trash truck?
There was Saturday morning basketball and weekend soccer matches. Playing the drums in the band. Buying him his first guitar. Teaching him to drive. Car shows and car magazines. And then he discovered girls...
Today I wonder if I have done everything that I could to raise him "in the way that he should go..." That's some of the anxiety that I put myself through each day. I have made a career making mountains out of mole hills but I'm trying to get better.
So, as he moseys across the stage to receive his diploma, you know I'll be proud and hopefully I'll allow myself to enjoy the moment without focusing on the things I could have done with him.
Tomorrow is a new day...
Be Well.
Bill
