Maybe it’s the head cold. Maybe it’s the “old-fashioned medication” consisting of rum and OJ. But I took a moment to do a homework assignment my oldest son brought home from school, and I got a little misty-eyed when I realized how proud I am. So forgive the moment of oversharing here, but since I can’t capture this in an Instragram post – this will have to do.
My son brought home an assignment on the first day of school, but to my surprise it wasn’t for him. It was for me. His teacher asked that I write her a letter about him, my hopes for him, and anything that can help her. So after a full day’s work, dealing with a head cold, and the aforementioned “medication” I sat down to write the letter. I wanted it to be natural. Fluid. So I didn’t plan for anything and just started writing.
I realize how proud of him I am for his quirkiness. The kid’s damned intelligent, but he’s the nicest little man I know. It caused me to pause and reflect on when he was only 5 years old and spent time at a pumpkin festival on a bouncy mat protecting a child half his age. A child he didn’t even know. He wanted to be sure he was safe. He didn’t care he missed out on jumping out all the “crazies” that every kid needs to expel. He wanted to make sure this kid had fun and was safe.
I also reflected on how he has had the same goals since he started school: learn how to make and design video games. I started him on code.org recently, and the kid just gets it. Queue the moment of pride that he may follow in my early footsteps of programming!
Anyway, I realized I filled up an entire page on a word document before bringing the letter to a close. I don’t know if his teacher will get this from every parent, but apparently when I just let the words flow to describe him I can find out quite a bit about my own relationship with him.
So in closing – son, I’m very proud of you and the boy and young man you’re becoming. Please slow down on the growing up though. I have no doubt you’re destined to be an awesome individual.