He has been nominated by his peers Captain of the state team he travels away with for the national futsal competition in Brisbane this month. He was thrilled and I was so proud.
Here is my super cool first born ready to hit the town with his mates to watch something at the cinema.
We went shopping the week before to buy skinny leg black jeans at his request.
Firstly, I am not sure what the strange unexpected feeling I has was at the store.
Was it pride that he is the kind of kid to make his own choices?
Was is envy, that I can no longer wear skinny legs?.......well not at least until I return to my regular pre-baby shape. In fact I truly can no longer blame the babies as Miss Belle is turning one next week, but that's another post.
Was it the OMG moment of, he is not really mine anymore but an almost teenager?
He still needed my help to get his hair.....just right so that was comforting.
He did tell me in a rather grown up voice "Mum.......I really do love you" as he skipped off down the street to meet his friend.
It was really exhilarating to watch through the window as he grinned from ear to ear at his freedom. I remember that feeling well. Growing up is full of highs like this and an uncrushable spirit of independence born by new experiences and optimism that the world in able to be conquered. At least that's what I remember.
I love who he is. He is not afraid to try something new, he knows what he thinks and is not afraid to say it. He is tender and compassionate and an excellent brother to his baby siblings. He is a gift to me.
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