Before Markell and Herdman started plotting together, before Common Core was a gleam in Arne Duncan’s eye, before the words Race To The Top meant gouging schools in America with corporate education reform, a baby was born. Eleven years ago today to be precise. Out in Southern California, he entered this crazy world. It was a beautiful day, very warm and in the 80s, not a cloud in the sky.
After some complications, my son was born. My wife had some complications as well, so I went with the nurse to the incubator. Before my son was placed in there, I reached out my hand to his and he squeezed my finger. Not even 10 minutes old, and I bonded with him forever at that moment. It was one of the happiest moments of my life.
Here we are, eleven years later. He came into this world on a warm and sunny day, and he turned eleven waking up to snow. There have been many challenges along the way, and there will be more. But there are also those moments of joy that you can never put into words. Things only a parent can truly know.
His journey through life is his own, I’m just a guide for a certain amount of time. He has other guides, like his mom, and others. His story has become my story, and everything I do on here, every word I write, it is to help him, and others like him. The battles I fight, the secrets uncovered, it is all to expose and to change. If I, along with others, ever do win these battles, the biggest challenge will be what comes next. Nature abhors a vacuum, so something must take it’s place. I pray that worthy voices will very carefully replace the abomination education has become. For my son, and the students in all of our schools.
I have to believe something better is on the way. I have hope. It can’t be this bleak all the time. In the meantime, I will continue to write, for my inspiration and my moments of joy, happiness, sadness, anger, confusion, curiosity and insight. Happy Birthday bud! I love you!