On Saturday, I shipped my son, Jeremy, off to Denver to begin his Up With People adventure. Man, talk about your bittersweet experience. I missed him like crazy from the moment I watched him walk through the security check at San Diego airport. And, at the same time, what a vicarious thrill that was. And is.
I have to keep reminding myself how incredible this is going to be for him. And, truth be told, I am looking forward to commandeering his bedroom as my office. I haven’t been able to bring myself to do it yet, though.
I talked to him tonight and asked him how the first day was.
“Awesome,” he said. And that was all I needed to hear.
“I love you, son,” I said at the end of our call. “Now go and have a great time and change the world and all that.”
I was elated to hear the confirmation—after only one day—that this will truly be a life-altering experience for Jeremy and the 80 other young folks from over 20 countries who’ll be traveling together for the next 5 months, doing great community service and performing music to uplift the spirits of the people they’ll meet along the way.
“Let them remember that there is a meaning beyond absurdity. Let them be sure that every little deed counts, that every word has power, and that we can – every one – do our share to redeem the world in spite of all its absurdities and all frustrations and all disappointments. And above all, remember that the meaning of life is to build a life as if it were a work of art.”
To that I say amen and goodnight son.
I miss you. And, starting tomorrow,
your room is mine.