NaBloPoMo Day 27:
What accomplishment are you most proud of?
My son, Quinland, is one of the most grounded, emotionally mature young people I have ever known. He is so loving, so kind, and so darn fun to be around… and if I have had any influence whatever on his personality and charm, I am as proud as proud can be. But I am most proud of the relationship that I have developed with him. The way that he and I get along is such a blessing to me, it’s hard to know where to begin to explain it!
I have a fifteen-year-old son who likes to hang out with his mom, both around the house and out in public; who likes to share things he is doing with me; who is willing and able to have deep, meaningful conversations with me. I don’t take any of this lightly. Of course, I embarrass him regularly; he wishes I wasn’t so ridiculously in love with Hudson Taylor, that I wouldn’t say things are “darling,” that I wasn’t quite as cheesy as I am. Even then, though, he is able to laugh at me right along with me, and he is quick to apologize and give me a hug if he thinks for a second that he has hurt my feelings.
Perhaps we get along so well because Q is an only child. Perhaps I know how to be with him because he is so similar to David, whom I have gotten to know rather well in the last 28 years. Perhaps I am just the luckiest Mama in the world. Well… there’s no “perhaps” about that last statement. I am incredibly lucky to be his mom. I’m proud, too.