Finish Line

So I opened my mailbox late last week to find a Government of Alberta marked envelope.

Remember the test he was going to take- the Entrance Exam into college?

He passed.

Really passed.

A 90% pass.

When I opened that envelope and read his mark...(the teacher and principal of the 

school is allowed access to his mark 1st- right?)....

I burst into tears.

{And I never cry.}

In that moment, 12 years of teaching passed in front of my eyes.

His learning to read, teaching him his numbers and how to add and subtract, story after story, writing his curriculum for each month and lesson plans for the year....

It flew through my mind in a second, 

and that 90% was the Finish Line.

In that moment, the sense of completion I got was the same I feel at the end of a race.

It's over.

And we crossed that line!

Through all the aches, pains, breathlessness, hills and trail....

we ran and kept on running.

And actually made the Finish!

And I am so proud of you Bud!

~~~

Now....a  new race begins.

[And maybe part of the tears were because this next race - you do on your own.]

But I promise...I will be on the sidelines.....

your biggest cheerleader!

Race on my dear son. 

Race on!