Dear Open Readers,

Both boys had their open house on the same evening. I dropped Gabriel off at his school. Lucas and I boogied to his school.

Lucas was eager to show me around his classroom and all the incredible work he’s done. We went station to station. I saw his artwork – portraits, rockets, snowflakes, skull face. He made a slide show presentation on his computer. I read his poem. I delighted in his flutes. He showed me the squids, ready to be dissected. This was his little world. But to me it wasn’t little; it was grand! Lucas was so proud to show me the recycling bins, the aquarium, assigned classroom jobs and of course the accumulated chuck bucks.

More importantly, I noticed Lucas is really thriving… emotionally, mentally, socially. I’m proud of him because of “who” he is, NOT “what” he does. It’s an incredible belief to know that he is worthy for who he is… a child of God with that infinite creative spark for potential and endless possibilities!

Next, Lucas and I headed to Gabriel’s school. Gabriel waited patiently for us. I examined the map of colleges that the senior students were accepted. It peaked my interest. Where will Gabriel go? He had an idea but that may very well change. I listened to the requirements of several schools, learning which schools offer his gaming interest… Full Sail University, University of Rochester, California Polytechnic State University, University of Irvine. Yes, Gabriel is only in 8th grade but better to be prepared.

Gabriel showed me his plant science project. Each plant listened to a different type of music – rap, heavy metal and jazz. And certain plants had deeper roots based on the type of music.

But Gabriel was ready to leave.

They both had successful years in different ways. They are growing and expanding. They are learning new ways. They are collaborating and working solo. They are learning different teacher styles and their own styles. They are learning how to socially get along with others. They are welcoming different perspectives.

It’s not an easy task raising boys; but one day, they will become men. We do our best. We teach them responsibility and accountability. And one day, yes one day, they will spread their wings and soar. Until that day, I continue to watch carefully, compassionately, enthusiastically, and loving. It’s their journey. Thankfully, I’m not in control.