When my son was in sixth grade, he looked at me one afternoon in our garage while I was unloading groceries and said something I never expected to hear. He said, “Mom, you’re not going to make me go to college, are you?”
I paused, unsure of the answer.
He was 12 years old. College wasn’t exactly around the corner, and I figured he’d change his mind a dozen times before then.
Looking back, he wasn’t telling me what he wanted to do. He was telling me who he was. School never energized him the way it would later energize his younger sister. He was always moving, talking to people, and happiest when he was doing something with his hands. While…
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