I drove nearly 1000 miles this weekend to watch my boy play basketball. No...he isn't spoiled. And no...I am not an obsessed, overly-involved mother who can't let go. But this is kind of a big deal.
This Man-Child of mine arrived at this place by a long, circuitous route. He wanted to attend Covenant College since he was about 13, but for various reasons, it was never an option until this year, and he had to overcome some fairly large obstacles. It's true that some very caring souls stuck out their necks to assist him, but ultimately the risk and the work to shed the burdens that haunted him, required commitment and perseverance on his part.
Every mile was worth it because it allowed me to participate in the joy of a son who has cast off his past and is pursuing his passions. His dreams are simple: Teach. Coach. Love kids. He is on the path to fulfilling those dreams and for me to be on the sideline cheering him on, is the fulfillment of mine.
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