It's not very often these days that I can look back on a day and say that one of my boys has made me feel incredibly proud. You see, my boys are of an age where they are either in their tweens, or teens, and that means lot's of moping about, feeling bored, and generally behaving as if every moment in life represents the end of the world as they know it. Yes, welcome to the early stages of puberty. Like most siblings, they fight a lot, and complain a lot more, and they whine more than my two dogs do when they are begging to go for a walk - and more often than not the dogs are whining to walk, while the boys are whining because they are being told to walk the dogs!! Yes, it's a vicious circle. I can't really complain though, because for the most part, I've got two really great kids, and they give me a lot less grief in many ways than other parents get, but still there are those days when I find myself in the role of the bad guy sucking all of the fun out of my boys lives. It is then with the greatest relief that I find myself today feeling immense pride for my younger son, who showed me that he has not only learned from his father's advice, but that he has embraced it and used it to assert himself.
