Friday, 17 June 2011
A chuisle mo chridhe
Tomorrow The Beautiful Son will be 16. I love being his Mummy, although he drives me round the bend with...
his omnipresent moaning about how slow our Internet speeds are
his work shy tendencies
his eat anything and worry about ownership later stuff
his ability to wind both his sisters up to cross, shouty, shreikyness
his complete disinterest in revising for any test or exam
his total obsession with stripping down his bike/Call of Duty/youtube/facebook and twitter
He still talks to me.
He still kisses me and hugs me at least once a day.
He makes me howl with laughter in a way no one else can.
He knows when I'm upset when no one else notices.
He said on FaceBook (which makes it official) that I was the person in the whole world he was closest to.
I wouldn't change a thing, he makes me happy and I love him. Jack, a chuisle mo chridhe.