coming of age . . . .

I spent some time over the weekend writing a letter to my son. The occasion was his high school graduation commencement service. The letter is mostly private but here is an excerpt . . .

My time of raising a child is over. My life participating with a man, who is my son, is just beginning. Many more words will be said between us in the coming years, but they are the words of two men, spoken in love and mutual respect.

Today, as I watch you walking down the aisle, I will not only see a student, who has earned his diploma, but I will be celebrating a boy, my boy, becoming a man.