As my son is virtually out the door for his sixth straight summer away at camp, I am - how I always am at this moment: melancholy. He’s my first child, my active boy who kept me on my toes throughout toddlerhood “and beyond!” Now he’s 14, athletic, tenacious and leaving again. One thing I didn’t mention: he’s aware. More than I realized. As a fairly liberal person, I’m always trying to get certain messages across: allow people to be who they are, don’t label, judge, try to care about those less fortunate than you. Try to understand the plight of your fellow woman and man, kid and teenager, especially when they are different from you. There’s no tolerance for no tolerance in my heart. Give to the needy, care about the uneducated, count your blessings, have empathy. The other day in the car, he said, “Mom, there’s a song I downloaded by Macklemore [and Ryan Lewis], that I think you will like.” I said, “Let’s hear it.” Macklemore is a fairly new Hip Hop ar...