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And that is only to say I am selfish, because I want him all to myself.
But I can't, any longer. For reasons I will bore you with.
For those that know me, you will be aware that I have children, two biological ones and one that I took on at the age of nine.
My eldest, is 21 in three weeks and three months ago the selfish sod moved to the US, on a scholarship to a sporting academy. He now has one more left before he qualifies as a golf teacher, he turned professional on the circuit last year and having won this special achievement he has fulfilled so far what he wanted to be as a little boy knocking balls into badly dug holes in our garden as a three year old, snotty nosed brat.
This kid has been amazing, never caused me a day's worry, a loving, handsome, generous young man, who greets life with a drive and ambition that is second to none. Just a beautiful young man, who has adapted to his new life very easily.
When he was ten, on the eve of his birthday, I asked him to write a letter to himself, about his dreams and ambitions and what he thought life was all about and that we would open that letter when he was 21 and that time is now approaching and I have the letter still sealed in an envelope.
I remember as a naive 20 year old, holding him in a private moment, just him and I, with his blue eyes looking up at me and thinking and saying out loud, 'I am not sure what I am going to do with you, but we will manage'
Now, as he approaches this birthday, and when he was going to the US, I know look up at him, all 6' 4" of him and I told him what I had said to him when he was just hours old and he looked back down at me with the very same blue eyes and said 'Mum, we managed'
I leave next Friday to go to the US, to have my golf swing seen to, by him, he knows my body, he can guide me to improve my swing, I can clean his windows, I can clean his oven and I can make him his favourite dish, Shepherd's Pie.
What it feels to be a parent. I now know how my father feels, wonderful, elated, saddened at times. But hell, the best role I ever took on as a young person was that of a mother.
He has inherited my blue eyes, my smile,my coolness, his father's ability to knock a football around and knock a golf ball right where it should be. But he has grown into a human being that is a delight and a pleasure.
And for a moment, I wanted to share with you, my son. Because I am not totally selfish
Happy Birthday Son, see you in the sunshine state.