This monologue greeted me when I picked up my eldest boy from camp. I stood there and cried, freely, tears streaming down my face. My son's teacher told me this and I was so filled with pride, I thought I would burst - Billy-Joe cried too.
This is what I work toward. This is what I persist for. This is what discipline and love are for. This is what guidance and patience and perseverance are for.
My boy I am so overwhelmed with this and so so proud of you.