Last week I pulled out my 2017 planner and contemplated the rows of empty calendar squares marching into the coming months. It’s going to be an exciting year – one which will include a college graduation, a 50th birthday celebration, a new job, a personal journey – and I look forward to embracing it all (embrace: my one word resolution in 2009).
So here we are. We’ve barely tiptoed into the New Year and we already have a lot of news.
But I’m going to dole it out piecemeal. Timing is everything (especially when you have to wait until things are official) and patience is a virtue (especially when it involves paperwork and red tape).
In the meantime, though, let’s talk about Jonathan.
Oh yes, let’s.
A few days after he came home for Christmas, Jonathan received an email announcing that his accounting professor had requested Jonathan as a Supplemental Student Instructor for a general accounting class. Basically, Jonathan will meet regularly with the assigned professor, sit in the class with the students and take notes (a class in which Jonathan has already taken and in which he made an A) and then prepare, plan, schedule and facilitate SI sessions in which he will tutor, provide practice problems, and help students study and prepare for tests.
Now, I’m not going to lie. When Jonathan told us his news, this was our initial response:
“BUT YOU DON’T TALK!!!”
Same response – word for word – from every member of his loving family.
Well, we could never have imagined it, but apparently our Jonathan – he of the enigmatic smile and flashing dimples – does indeed speak.
Not often, but often enough to impress his professor who submitted his name for this position in which he will (hooray!) be paid.
Whoa. You go, Jonathan. Keep us guessing. He returns to school tomorrow, two days ahead of schedule in order to fill out some paperwork and to attend a training class on Sunday.
But all joking aside, we are proud of him. Jonathan may be quiet, but he still manages to speak volumes. He appears to be laid back, but he is a hard worker. Most importantly, the little boy who almost caused an international incident at the Milan airport, who jumped a barricade to step on holy ground, who got his finger stuck in a wiffle ball, who once morphed into Captain Jack Sparrow right there on Disney's Main Street USA and who always made his bed in the morning (and still does), well, that little boy turned into a nice young man.
I think we’ll keep him.