Thursday, August 4, 2011
Proud Of My Boy!
When my kids were little they used to say cute stuff that would keep me laughing for days. Well, my baby boy did it again the other day. Yep, I know he's not so little any more (almost 18 and 6 feet 3 and a half inches - and don't dare forget about that half an inch!)
He'd just gotten home from work and raced to the loo (because you can't go to the toilet at work apparently) and hadn't bothered to shut the door. He heard me walk past and yelled over his shoulder "Mum, I'm so proud of myself"
Lots of thoughts flashed through my head. Proud of what? That you're toilet trained? Yep I'm proud of that too but I was prouder when you WERE two. That you can pee standing up? Well, you've got the equipment so I wouldn't be so proud of that. That you can pee without the toilet seat up, while standing up and not miss? I'm not so much proud but relieved about that one. No woman likes to sit down on a splattered toilet seat and if you can hit the water from your great height I guess that's a pretty big achievement.
But actually it was none of the above. He was proud of something he'd done while driving home. He'd heard an ambulance (over the throbbing, beat of his music, no doubt) and pulled up out of the way so it could race through and he felt like he'd vicariously helped in saving a life.
And at that moment I was so proud of my young man. Not because of the car thing. But because he could multi-task - something that men aren't really known for. Yes, my boy could aim, fire AND think all at the same time.
My apologies to all the men reading my blog. I know you're all different and I shouldn't generalize. But it's so much fun it's hard to resist.
PS - just read this out to my hubby and he gave me the finger. Ah well, can't please everybody.