Tonight's 10 p.m. wish: that my son has a safe, fun and life-changing experience this week in Peru. Not Peru, Indiana - Peru, SOUTH AMERICA. How in the world did my husband and I put a 12-year-old on a plane to Peru without us? His incredible Spanish immersion school (a public magnet elementary in Lawrence Township) offers a school-chaperoned\u00a0international trip to outgoing sixth graders each year. The itinerary looks stunning. They will be gone for almost two weeks. I held it together fine\u00a0saying goodbye in the airport. But something struck me in the gut when I saw this. These big, lanky, almost-teenaged kids filed away down the airport hallway in a calmly and orderly way,\u00a0filled with confidence and\u00a0excitement. A lump grew in my throat. It reminded me so much of a similar image I saw with these same kids just seven years ago. This was their first day of kindergarten. Most of them spoke no Spanish. They were like little deer in the headlights, dazed and confused. Their teacher, Mrs. McBride, had gently placed every child's hand on\u00a0a thin white\u00a0rope. "La cuerda," she showed them. "The rope." They didn't understand her words, but they got her message: keep your hand on the rope, and I will guide you. My son Calvin and his classmates obeyed. They all held on and seemed grateful for the security. They had a rope. As they turned away from their parents to march down the hall to their classroom, parents wiped away tears. But we all knew\u00a0our kids\u00a0were in good hands. They had a rope. Today, watching them walk down that huge airport hallway, I thought to myself, "At least they don't need a rope anymore." But then I realized something. They still have a rope.\u00a0 "La cuerda"\u00a0isn't gone, it has just been replaced. Their new\u00a0rope is\u00a0made out of the maturity, respect, and confidence that their teachers, administrators and parents have instilled in them. It's a lot like the invisible cord that connects mothers with their children long after the umbilical cord is cut. That one is made of unbreakable, unshakeable love. May all of our kids keep a hand on these important, invisible ropes\u00a0throughout their journeys.