my six foot baby boy went to china on tuesday and i expect it will be a grand adventure. he has gone on a school trip, tagging along with the mandarin students, keeping the numbers up and the costs down.
he has called a couple of times, the first he was obviously very happy and it was making him very silly. it was almost a relief when the call dropped out because i couldna make head nor tail of what he was telling me and i was being charged by the minute for the confusion!
yesterday they visited a place where they could watch a traditional style of weaving and liam was the only boy of the group to get out of the bus! yes, the boy visited a handcraft centre with a collection of girls. who knows what that did to his coolness rating with the boys but i was immensely, unbearably proud. proud that he stood up for what he wanted to do, proud that he made himself the odd one out in a bunch of teenaged girls who he doesn't know, proud that he recognised and took an opportunity he might never have again.