Today was “take your child to work” day and, because my youngest is in grade nine, he was the lucky participant.
Last night he asked me about dress code. Because, he said, I look so nice when I go to work, he wanted to wear his dress pants. Which he did, along with a white button down shirt and a sweater vest. He looks great most of the time but the kid looks a knock out when he dresses up. Not to mention, he has very recently overtaken me in the height department. (He’s uber proud of this fact)
During the day I work at the local Salvation Army. We arrived and I gave him a tour, introducing him to staff as we went. He was unfailingly polite, shaking hands and being clear and strong when he spoke. While I worked away on a million phone calls, he went downstairs to the cafe and served coffee to the patrons. He joined my co-workers and myself for lunch, making jokes, laughing, being such a young man in every sense of the word that I was continuously blown away by him.
I know my son is wonderful, but when I take him out and he is wonderful to the nth degree, I can’t help but feel I’m going to burst with pride.
I know I’m going to hear many remarks tomorrow from my colleagues about how sweet his is, and I’m looking forward to it. Even more, I’m looking forward to sharing with him later on.
It’s easy to be hard on my kids and to expect a lot from them and to crack down when I feel they’re doing wrong, but, sometimes, I just have to sit back and appreciate them for how amazing they truly are.
My son. He’s a perfect gentleman. Now that’s something to brag about!