Passing your driving test. There's no better feeling in the world is there! Except, as I discovered, much to my enormous surprise, that there is.
On Tuesday morning as I woke up feeling nervous, I quickly remembered that today was the day. After months of hard work, the highs, the lows, the good days and bad days, here it was, The Day. Of course the theory test had proved quite a challenge, and after months of relentless nagging to practice the highway code, but nevertheless leaving it until two days beforehand, in the end that one went off without a hitch, and no 'I told you so's' were necessary, despite much eye-rolling and head-shaking in the days and weeks before.
It all seems surreal now, those hours spent driving to Norwich, around Norwich and then back home from Norwich. I can only guess at how it felt for I can't know for sure. The only thing of which I am certain is the pure joy and bursting pride I felt as I opened the front door. And as I did so I looked into the eyes of my son who brandished his certificate emblazoned with the word, 'Pass'.
And there you have it, as great as my own small personal victories have felt, nothing will ever beat the feeling deep in my heart of seeing the victories and achievements of my children -the sense of pride and the thrill of witnessing a milestone in their lives. Yes I was glad when it was me standing on the doorstep with a smile on my face, but seeing the uncontrollable grin on my son's face outshone that feeling in a way I could never imagine.
Who knew ...
On Tuesday morning as I woke up feeling nervous, I quickly remembered that today was the day. After months of hard work, the highs, the lows, the good days and bad days, here it was, The Day. Of course the theory test had proved quite a challenge, and after months of relentless nagging to practice the highway code, but nevertheless leaving it until two days beforehand, in the end that one went off without a hitch, and no 'I told you so's' were necessary, despite much eye-rolling and head-shaking in the days and weeks before.
It all seems surreal now, those hours spent driving to Norwich, around Norwich and then back home from Norwich. I can only guess at how it felt for I can't know for sure. The only thing of which I am certain is the pure joy and bursting pride I felt as I opened the front door. And as I did so I looked into the eyes of my son who brandished his certificate emblazoned with the word, 'Pass'.
And there you have it, as great as my own small personal victories have felt, nothing will ever beat the feeling deep in my heart of seeing the victories and achievements of my children -the sense of pride and the thrill of witnessing a milestone in their lives. Yes I was glad when it was me standing on the doorstep with a smile on my face, but seeing the uncontrollable grin on my son's face outshone that feeling in a way I could never imagine.
Who knew ...
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