Monday, 16 August 2010
How A Young Man Leaves Home.
He's been away for four years, been to South America for a year, got a good degree. Now he's home temporarily before he moves on to try being a Scrivener in London Village. He has helpfully decorated some rooms and the cellar, got rid of a pile of my junk and now he is working on getting a usable bike, and a tool kit, mostly of stuff he can take from my tools, many of which I inherited from my own father. That's a young man that knows what he wants (negotiated a further loan), knows where the money is, and asks for very little from me (although he'll get it when I have been to the bank). Slogging away in the garden with his bike, while the lovely Kimberly watches the telly while M does the ironing. I love my son. He knows his own mind, but asks my advice when needed.
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TROUTY SAYS:
You're a fortunate man indeed.
But it isn't all luck, is it?
You brought him up single handedly so there's only one person who should be getting the pat on the back.
Well done you!
It's great when you find out that, after all the hard work, worry, tears and angst, you actually like the person your child has become. A job well done!
I don't just love my sons, I like them, too! And what Trouty said; seems to me she talks a lot of sense!
That's because you're a good dad - enough said x
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