I am still adjusting to my new life as Working Mum/Wife/Famous-Author-To-Be/Blogger Extraordinaire and so my apologies for not writing a new blog in over a week. I'm finding there are not enough hours in the day (this from someone who used to stay up all night and party *sigh*).
My son turned 15 last week and, as I drove to work, I was reflecting on the massive change in him since we moved to live in California. He always had the potential to be a sweetheart, but would successfully camoflage this delightful personality trait under screaming tantrums and extremely stubborn behaviour. He detested school and would sometimes show his displeasure by refusing to get dressed. Once I drove him to school in his PJs (and let me tell you, the UK is very strict about its school uniform). Since then, with a lot of alternative therapy work, growing older, and a strong male role model in my new hubby, he has transformed into the sweetest, kindest, hard-working, respectful, polite, most responsible, if slightly nerdy, boy you could ever wish to meet. He even mentioned in the car to me the other day how much he was enjoying school. I nearly drove off the road into one of those stupid stop signs.