Earning feathers

My son just celebrated his 7th birthday this past weekend.  Then, yesterday I attended my second graduation this month.  Last weekend I attended the Wayland graduation as a faculty member and yesterday I was a staff member at the Chaminade graduation.  It's a strange, but great experience to see the university life from all angles.  I always leave with memories replaying in my head of my own college graduation, which seems like forever ago.  However, because my son's 7th birthday was thrown in the mix this time, I was also reminded of when I was 7.  I lived in Greece back then, on a small island (Crete) and an even smaller Air Force base.  We always had cultural days at school, celebrating every culture with food, parades, and performances.  Close to Thanksgiving, my second grade class learned the lyrics and sign language for a Navajo song called "Go My Son."  I went home and showed my mom the signs.  She knew the song too and it also reminded her of when she was in elementary school.  It also happens to be a very fitting song for graduation.  Check out this Youtube version...

Thought of the day:  I love love loved the movie "The Neverending Story" when I was a kid.  Isn't it funny how things can take you full circle, like we are always retelling the same story, but at the same time that story is constantly changing.  My mom learned the song in elementary school, I learned it in elementary school, and now I have to teach it to my son because his 7th birthday and all the graduation stuff reminded me of it.  We've each learned the same song, but in different ways.  It's the remix, but the song is still the same.