For today at least, I'm really glad you don't read my blog Mitch. You'd die. I often wonder where on earth my caring, unassuming, quietly confident, level headed and amazingly bright boy came from. They all say you're like my Dad. In so many ways you are; in other ways, you absolutely are not. You are you. I feel positive when I say you are a rare being. You know what I mean. And so do your sisters who I feel positive would wholeheartedly agree. As would Philomena. Romano. Smiljana. And the relatives in Montenegro, all of whom love and respect you. They tell me their hearts ache to see you again.
And your proud, proud mother cannot contain herself. It's beyond me. How did you not jump up and down when you received your final results. What a year! Come on! Fireworks - something - anything! All those Distinctions and High Distinctions. Mechanical Engineering! And to be shortlisted on the Dean's very own Achiever's Of Academic Excellence! Are you kidding me!!!! But no. You read, you smile, you sigh with relief. And then you ask me what's to eat Ma?
Treat him well please Terry. I hear your company has never had uni students before. I hear my son is your first guinea pig. I hear if all goes well, you will begin a program for other students to follow. Why has this happened? Because you my dear boy, turned your back on the easy option, followed your heart and knocked on doors. You inspire me every day Mitchell and you don't even realise it. I can't wait to hear how your first day went. I wonder what you'd like for dinner tonight?
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