Thoughts on my son Tim and I and his high school graduation

When I was little, I remember those bandages covering the scabs on my knees. Always, always..I would be running faster than I should, invariably tripping and skinning my knees. Often breaking those scabs open before they had even fully healed.

My son is cautious, wary of long sprints, of bike riding or climbing high and falling and I've protected him in that way...Always hovering, never wanting him to fall...Never wanting him to have those scabs that break open over and over again.

We both have Asperger's. He knew it far earlier than I ever did. He is wary where I blunder headlong into the hurt and the isolation.

I've often wondered what path is the wiser...Yet for all my son's caution, he is beginning to soar while I am still learning how to fly.