Gah, I have let the emotions of the last month overrun this blog. No more!
Time for some "awwwwwwwwwh" posts.
My oldest son graduated Grade 7 last year. Yes, here in the sunny state of Oz we hold a little graduation from Primary (middle) school. It was a glorious venue, and a wonderful night.
But more than anything, my eyes shone and my heart burst with pride at my tall, relaxed, happy, articulate son.
Who would have thought that anxious little boy would grow into such a fantastic young man? Okay, okay... we did, but not many others had the vision to see past the influences of the spectrum into his mind and heart.
They even did a dance. And he had a little solo bit on the end. Nervous, hell yes... oh, him? Well, yes, dance is not his forte'. But he pulled it off well.
And now we head to High School, with all the challenges and changes that will bring. Let's hope it is as big a success as these formative years have been!
But seriously... take that you naysayers!
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