The sad fact is that a group of kids, all the same age, same grade, all hit the same milestones at the same time. They all stand on the edge of their nests, with eyes fixed on fascinating promises at the horizon and they take that step out into air, wings opening in the freedom of flight and the sheer exhilaration life.
We stand back and watch them go, with cheers and wishes and prayers and love.
If it all goes right, someday, there will be a knock at the front door, and when opened, there will be one of those brave, young birds, standing at attention, looking oh so sharp in his pressed uniform.....
I couldn't be more proud if he was my own son!