So I’m feeling pretty proud of my son he found $20 on the ground at work the other night and instead of pocketing it as some of his colleagues suggested, he handed it in to the office.
This is the same boy that at the age of 3 walked out of a play date with another little boy’s toy matchbox car.
I remember threatening that the police would be coming to our house and I remember taking him back to that house and making him apologise as he handed back the toy car. I can also remember how worried and scared for him I was. How ridiculous to ever for a second think that he could be anything but perfect!! Sure the teenage years can be challenging, sure it sometimes feels like I am banging my head against a brick wall when I try to get through to him how important school is, but when all is said and done he was a beautiful cheeky perfect little boy at 3, and he has grown into an amazing young man now at almost 17. Yep I’m feeling pretty proud!!