As of today you are a structural engineer, checking bridges for stress and cracks, designing repairs, designing bridges. Bridges that millions of cars, trucks and trains will traverse. Bridges that millions of people will trust with their lives.
All those Legos that your grandparents scavenged from yard sales. All those Legos that friends gave you wrapped in birthday paper. Each piece that I stepped on in early morning hours, cursing under my breath or swearing aloud, depending on whether I had my shoes on or not. Each piece I tore open the vacuum bag on a spread of newspaper to recover. Each time I placated your dad when his anger rose at seeing Legos strewn across the floor. Each time I resisted reprimanding your brother for breaking your Lego structures, knowing he was doing so at your request.
Do they know that you still sit on the floor when you visit home? Do they know you still build with Legos? Do they know you still kiss your dad and me goodbye? Do they know how in awe of you I am? Do you?
Causes Jodi Thompson Supports
Unitarian Universalist Service Committee