I'm not a guy that usually has a reason to say I feel awesome. Tonight, Greggory, my younger son, made me feel awesome. On the night of his 13th Birthday he came into the living room and just simply said "Thank you". Heather and I looked at him and said "For what?".
"For being awesome"
"Really?"
"Yes"
"What makes you want to say that?"
"Because I think you need some recognition once in a while."
Enter tears and hugs.
My son, whom I think is one of the kindest, coolest, smartest and most loving kids on planet Earth, thinks his parents are awesome. And he thinks it enough to say so.
This is not a compliment that is spawned from spoiling a child with material things. We try to give him things he needs and some he wants but we don't shower him with physical items. This was a heart-felt and genuine expression of gratitude, I believe, from a boy who is beginning to see the world from more mature eyes...a young man's eyes.
I now feel so encouraged that maybe, just maybe, the hard lessons and the striving to set a good moral foundation for him is taking hold. I do believe that my son has just made my life.
