All the things I couldn’t do, I wanted my son to do. Tone-deaf myself, I signed him up for keyboard lessons; only to find that the teacher could not cope with his left-handedness. Basketball lessons were dropped because he just didn’t like them. He refused dance lessons even before they started.
Don’t live your life through your son, I told myself. And let him do whatever he wanted to do. He reads, writes, takes photographs, and day-dreams.
When I let him be himself, he turns out to be a replica of me. Should I be happy? Yes, I am. Very!