It's Something to Remind Me

Back in June, I blipped the anguish of a world cup game.

That night in our house we had our "other" son. For Tooli's birthday he gave her this gorgeous framed photo of the same picture from the other side. How lovely to have another brother to watch over you, when your first one is leaving home.

It was always our wish as we lay there 19 years ago, thinking of the baby to be born, that we would be friends with our children. That we could speak to them as adults, and appreciate what they could show us, and try to remember to show them everything we needed to, to let them succeed in life.

There are some areas we failed in. We forgot to tell Tooli, that Chicken isn't really potato, and completely forgot about maps of the world. Boy knew everything there was to know about the English Premiership, but when visited by VIPs from the SFA he was only able to sit there and look blankly at them.

What we did succeed in, is raising two kids who love life, and throw themselves at every challenge they are fronted by. They have made some of the best friends who I know they will keep forever, and it is my pleasure that they acknowledge me too, as "mum".

Nothing gives me greater pleasure than when I'm supporting the kids at one of their many sporting events, to have a squad of them welcome me as "mum" - it matters not a jot to me how sweaty and stinky they all are every one of them is welcome a hug and I will scream my lungs out to support every single one of them.

I know, that despite loosing No 1 Son to the USofA, Tooli and Me, and Beloved have a standby list of the Best Second-Son's In the World to give us a hug, when we are missing that bear hug from No 1 Son.