Posted on May 25, 2011 in Personal Injury
I told my son, "Yes, grasshopper, it’s time for you to go."
For those of you old enough to remember the ’70s series, "Kung Fu," you’ll know what I mean.
It’s the season of high school graduations. This time I’m involved, because my son is walking across the stage in two days. For an 18-year-old, 18 years is a lifetime. For his dad, 18 years just went by too darn fast. But, yes, it’s time for him to go.
For the graduates, much of what lies ahead is in their hands. But they need to know that they’re ready.
If I can humbly offer a few pointers to my son, it would be: Don’t worry about it. Whatever "it" is, it has been faced countless times before by others who have done "it" splendidly. Be humble. Be kind. Be confident. Be faithful and loyal. Be flexible and learn to improvise. Be passionate. Stand on principle.
So in two days as I watch my son graduate, I’ll see that he has snatched the pebble from my hand. Time has passed, but that is as inevitable as sunrise. And now I’m the father of a great adult son.