My young son spent the weekend in Lake Tahoe. Nothing can stop him. He is my hero and my inspiration.
You should see this kid wakeboard. And he has been to Nationals for fencing two years in a row.
No, his bad leg doesn't stop him. In fact he says he's glad to face the challenge.
He doesn't let me hover over him like the Helicopter Mom that I am. He shoos me away, knowing he is perfectly capable of doing things on his own. I learn a lot from my 13-year-old.
He is already a better writer than I am. He often tries to help, and his criticisms are constructive and kind, "I think it might be better if you analyze your characters a bit more," or "Think about who is telling the story, Mom!"
He says he is not going to ever worry about where he's going to go to college because all the schools seem interesting in their own unique way.
But...I have a sneaky suspicion that he won't be quite as forthcoming as his older brother...
He's the one that I am going to have to keep my eye on. I'll probably need a whole BLOG just for him!