ONE of the many things I’ve always loved about Isaac is the joy he takes in other people.
He’s always loved the company of others, but sometimes you can see the real delight he gets in talking to and interacting with those around him.
And this isn’t just confined to his mates.
Last week my mother popped around for some mercy mission or other and bumped into her grandson.
There was real joy on Isaac’s face during this unexpected encounter and he was so obviously thrilled to see his nana.
This sort of enthusiasm for the company of others is a gift and is quite infectious.
For when Isaac turns on the full-beamed smile and his cheeky charm, no-one can resist smiling back and reflecting his sheer delight.
As I’ve said, it’s a gift, and I’m never happier than when he shares it with me.
REVISION and cooking seem to go hand in and in for 16-year-old Gabriel.
With his AS Levels fast approaching, he seems to have his head constantly stuck in a textbook or a cookery book.
I’m presuming the cooking must be his way of relaxing, but I’m certainly not complaining. So far this week he’s cooked a magnificent chicken dish, a great curry and some flapjacks – and there’s a promise of more to come over the weekend.
All I have to do is buy the indredients and tuck in. It doesn’t seem to be affecting his revision and we’re all being fed – RESULT!
THANKS to the video game Fifa 2012, 14-year-old Isaac is now into football.
We’ve enjoyed two nights recently when we sat together watching a game.
He wanted Barcelona while I was cheering for Chelsea and he wanted the blue side of Manchester to be celebrating while I was cheering for the reds.
Both evenings were great fun, and I love it that football now helps to bond us in the same way it did with my dad and me.
Only thing is, the lad is an instant expert. The things Messi was doing wrong the other night, and the things he could show Tevez!
I HAD a meeting at Gabriel’s school last week to discuss universities. It lasted over two hours and I came away with a head full of figures – and worries.
The financial implications of having a child – or children – at university are staggering. Not just for their future bank balances, but also for ours.
I’ve never felt the guilt of a generation more. It’s not right that our generation had the huge benefit of a free university education while our children are going to have to pay back a fortune.
The money was bad enough, but what scared me equally as much was the pressure on places. A teacher took us through the odds on our children gaining a place on a chosen course at a chosen university. There were often dozens of perfectly-able, hardworking students battling for one place.
It was a sobering two hours for me and my son – as soon as he was home he got his head straight into his revision books.