What, My son?

God's Boys will be good boys! Squeezing the last joys out of Senior year is a real and wonderful experience. All of a sudden you become aware of the beauty and the awesome nature of your experience. God has been with you through the earlier years, now your eyes seem open. Yesterday's procrastinations become today's opportunities. The things that stopped you from talking to that person and doing that strange thing are no longer an obstacle, when you won't be here next year. I think that it is a good thing that we generally categorize the High School years into grades and label them. It is a microcosm of life. Teaching us to number our days. To get a heart of wisdom and prioritize our follies, if one can prioritize their folly. All too soon, we awake as adults and responsibility is upon us. Leadership and character, hopefully replace the folly that was our childhood and we are ready to "carpe diem". Our day siezed for God or for our follies. If there is anything that I admire about the hippie generation is that they did just that, "carpe". No parental lasso could hold them, it seemed. I refuse to live a stoic, unintentional life of my parent's generation, they hollared. Many didn't live past their folly, for the confusion that errupted, but we learned that the teen years are nothing to sneeze at. We must be at helm, if we can't be in control. We must help them become who they will be, if we are going to be parents. Tears and missed opportunities are lamented and then we pick up and go on. Staring at the porthole of life through Senior year, makes it look do-able. I thought that I was just going from class to class and I look up and find that I have acquired skills and awareness of myself that I didn't have before. Each teacher and each class gives you a tool that you will take into your next tasks. The clock strikes 12 and it is graduation and adulthood and it is your turn at the helm of life. We applaud your sacrifices and strengths, win or lose. We applaud the opportunity of have been a spectator of your trivia and triumphs. What next? Freshman year at another task, of course. It may be college. It may be the simplicity of labor and toil and carving out a life for yourself, amidst that limitation that providence has dealt you. We are your launching pad. We have little, but a complete love for you and support for your accomplishments; that love and support is taut. Like a good net, it will catch a good many flailing efforts. You can lean on it and learn from it and if God blesses you to develop a support system akin to it, if you have nothing else in life, you will be supremely blessed. Keep your youthful enthusiasm and preserve truth for the people behind you.