The other day, my 15 year old son, my biggest boy, did something that made me very proud. I can’t tell you what it was, because that could identify him and I’ve always been very careful not to identify my kids on my blog. But believe me when I say it made me very proud indeed.
He talked to adults about a difficult subject and they were very impressed with his confidence, maturity and resilience. I feel like they probably forgot they were talking to a 15 year old as he came across as if he was so grown up. He spoke clearly too, which is not something you could usually say about my boy.
The people he spoke to described him as ‘inspirational’, which is a brilliant thing to hear whether you’re 15 or 55. It’s certainly a brilliant thing for a mum to hear about her own son.
When it was done, I was buzzing. That sort of high feeling when nothing really matters. You don’t need to put the washing away or tidy up or get your daughter to bed because your son has just done something amazing.
There’s really not a lot else to say, but I wanted to record it here for posterity. I was, and still am, very proud of my son. And he was proud of himself. And rightly so.
If anyone knows my son and I in real life, feel free to message me and I will happily tell you what he did to make me proud.