It's not my style to shed a tear as I wave him off at the gate. I'm no Walter Softy. I will however have a big cheesy grin on my face. You'll have guessed that I'm ever so proud. I was told last week that he was a credit to me by someone who met him on holiday. That means more than anything else I've achieved in life. He's as bright as a button and has overcome the problems that his specific learning difficulties present. But it's more than that. What warms the cockles of my heart the most is that I live with the happiest person that I've ever come across. He's a well-rounded, inquisitive child who is kind and considerate, particularly to little children. He rubs along with most people, is self-confident, emotionally intelligent and not at all sheep-like. My boy is very much his own person. And he is really funny which counts for a lot in my book.
Let's counter all this sugariness. Lou is way naughtier than I ever was at his age but terribly bad at covering his tracks. He tells great big porkie pies often and badly and will argue the toss until sometimes I'm incandescent with rage. He's also the untidiest creature on this planet although I think that there are loads of mums out there who would find me challengers for this title. I think you're getting the picture that he's only really angelic when fast asleep. There's got to be devil spawn somewhere. After all he doesn't like marmite.
We're starting a new phase of his life that lasts the next seven years after which he'll emerge as a grown up. I know that time will fly by
and I'm wondering what my boy will be like when he leaves school at eighteen. Fingers crossed that all those good traits will still be intact! He may even have developed that all important liking for yeast extract!