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Claiming My Child’s Awesomeness
Well, he carries my DNA, doesn’t he, and I carried him in my belly for almost nine whole months. Then once he was born, I fed him from that same body of mine. Then I gave up my job so I could nurture him, teach him, drive him around from here to there — family, friends, school, other events.
I own this boy, he is mine, and his success is MY success as well! He’s thirty years old now, has a good job he enjoys, and is now married to a woman I am happy to call my daughter-in-law. That was all his own work for sure, but the fact he stepped outside of the usual, and married an Indian woman, when most other Australian men will marry an Australian, well that stepping beyond the usual is possibly from me as well.
Certainly if anything, his lovely wavy hair, he got that from me. Unfortunately his small stature is probably from my genes too though. He’s not quite his father’s height, but he’s not unusually short, just medium. Ah well, they do say that good things come in small packages, and this young man is a gem of a person for sure!
Kind to animals and family and friends, curious and clever with it, he knows things many others have no ideas on how to do. He is clever with money as well, having bought his home before turning thirty, and well on the way to paying it off.
