I got an email a few days ago from my son’s school reminding me that I need to gather photos for Joshua’s year book. He’s graduating 14 weeks from now. I’m scrolling and gathering and getting sucked into a photo vortex as one does when life gets busy and you forget all the moments. I really can’t believe it’s here. The initial letting go. If I’m honest it’s been a letting go for awhile. Little things here and there, small moments all added up. I chose to homeschool, interestingly, because I was homeschooled and it almost slaughtered my soul the way it was done. I saw an opportunity to redeem an idea I still saw as good. I am a teacher at heart and somehow I was gifted with very long patience and short attention span. Seemed like a good idea to dive in all those years ago and gift my Joshua with all the tasty learning morsels I could find. Turns out, I was a mentor, encourager, leader, more than I was a teacher in those days. I loved learning to let him love the world we lived in. And from that love we set out and traveled. And traveled. And traveled.
And here we are. Not on the cusp of the end of his journey of learning, but the beginning, really. This was just a hearty introduction to the book that will be his life. We haven’t even gotten to chapter 1 yet.
I look in his sky blue eyes and hear his hearty laugh, I feel him preparing his soul for the big jump and I can’t help but feel my heart thump in time to his. Because he has acted as a teacher to me. Teaching me joy, pleasure, abandon, freedom, exuberance, and what it means to really love learning, giving, experiencing, loving. He eats life like it’s a juicy porterhouse steak and I can’t help but think, “yup. Here it is. That redemption thing. I think it happened.”