Yesterday my 12 year old "mancub" delivered a speech in his social studies class. They call it a declamation but we used to call them recitations - reciting a piece of literature or script. His selection was the moving speech at the end of the movie 300. To see him put on airs as a Spartan, pace about in pre-battle adrenal energy and deepen his (still unshifted) voice was thrilling. There is a man in the making in our house and sometimes all I can do is get out of the way and let him become. He teaches me every day.
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