Passion-filled people are the hope of the world.

Yesterday I helped my mom for an hour on her first day of school. Twenty-four bouncy, whispering, silent, and beaming six-year-olds paraded into her classroom.
I helped them dig through school supplies with discounted price tags, and I waited outside the bathroom while nearly every tiny, squirrelly body relieved itself.
Just the noise was taxing, myself feeling many years away from their experience. But, I was keenly aware of a close kinship. Soon, I will be in a new classroom, at a new school, waiting to see with my own eyes a new world.
As a result of my education, I hope that someday I can pursue a career with as much passion as my mom does.
When I was unsure, she remained astute. My answers were sharp and my directions were quick. She is soft but sound, with everlasting patience.
Here is to my mom.