Today I was talking with my 19 year old son, Victor. He was telling me of his day at the local college he attends. In addition, he tells me of his day on the job, which is also at the college. He is in his element. I felt so proud of him when he said how good it feels to actually have an answer to the question "what do you do for a living?".
He proudly "flexes" and says he is a student and he builds guitars. He gives tours of the building he works and attends classes in. He was feeling so happy that he now co-teaches with his boss, showing students from local high schools how to build guitars.
I knew he was going to grow up, but it hit me hard today. He really is and adult, he's happy, he's employed, he's getting a great education, and he's learning what's out in the world. I am so proud of him that I am giddy and tearful at the same time.
Have I said that I love challenges? Well I do, and raising kids is just one of many.