This is my 13 year old son, he is my hero.
He was invited to sing the national anthem at a hockey game last night. He has the voice of an angel and killed it! He was given a standing ovation and the players and referees shook his hand. It took everything in me to not cry.
I have only met a handful of people in my life who are like my son. He is good at everything he touches. He sings, plays guitar, hip-hop dances amazing, has a online business making duct tape products and bracelets, straight A student, president of Spanish club, student council, he was awarded the highest award for middle school for all around achievement. None of this is me pushing him. The only credit I can take is encouraging him.
This year he started a anti bully table in the cafeteria. He has so much empathy for others and fights for the underdog. He is no stranger to bullying. For the last 3 years he has been tormented and told he was queer and gay, tripped and pushed into the lockers.
This December he was diagnosed with diabetes type 1 and is now insulin dependent. He has taken this on like a champion. That is who he is. Every day he knows what’s going on with his diabetes. I told him how proud I was of him for taking care of himself and he asked me what else could he do but that. I told him that he had an option to do that or not. I told him that a lot of people choose to not be pro active in their health care. Since his diagnosis the bullying has stopped. Thank God.
I don’t mean any of this to sound pretentious because I stand in awe of who he is. I have no doubt he will be known for his talents but more is the person he is and his determination to succeed in this life despite obstacles. I feel so privileged to parent him.