Image from model shoot with son#2.
I'm still tucking away snippets in my head from my time away in Australia with my boys. Delicious hours spent trolling around Perth with #2 son, cameras in hand, fashion nights out and model shoots...
Then there was the 21st birthday for #1 son. A bang up party by all accounts.
On the night I declined to make a speech but in hindsight, rather wished I had.
Here's what I would have said if I did...
I'd like to have thanked him for being a good son, perhaps not necessarily a perfect one, as he has been prey to a good many instances of "teenage behaviour".... but on the whole nothing that required a police record or me having to hold my head in shame! Ha ha!
I'd liked to have offered him kuddos for surviving "other parent" behaviour that has been less than nice, and for being the greater man to forgive. For knowing how and when to forgive is a BIG thing.
I'd have said that I love the fact that at 21 he still calls me "Mum" and is happy to "talk" to me, at any and all times of the day...... that he calls me when he is happy, when he is sad and when he has nothing better to do...and especially when he is excited and vamped about stuff....
That we talk about life, politics, music, movies and much more.....
That my iTunes account almost mirrors his and we dig the same music....
I'd have also said that he (and his brother) have been the greatest teachers for and to me. Teaching me patience, humility and empowering me with that self-less love that only some parents get lucky enough to enjoy. And that I feel very lucky and very proud!
I didnt't give a speech at his party because I was sure I would embarass myself (or him) by crying.
Now, I just get to do it in the privacy of my own space .......
xoxooxlove you Jamesy!