Education
An old friend visited me recently. She’s raising a lovely 18-year-old son who I’ve known since he was an active toddler. During our conversation she shared enthusiastically about her son’s serious commitment which has led to his becoming a violin virtuoso, participating in an outstanding youth symphony with many performance opportunities. He’s currently auditioning for several universities and hopes to attain a scholarship to pursue his musical studies. As I noted the stars in this proud mom’s eyes, I recalled the last time I was with her. At that time, her son was twelve, and counting on a career playing professional soccer. Their days were filled with soccer practices and matches, and Mom was always there cheering him on, even admitting to having become a stereotypical “soccer mom.” I’m also remembering the week of his fifth birthday when he was into dinosaurs. He could name them all and carried an encyclopedic knowledge of their characteristics in that tiny head of his. His mother