I adore him. I adore his humor. His empathy. His out of nowhere flash of kindness. I love who he has become. I love that others have found him and have brought him around to the realization that he has a lot to offer. He is braver socially than he used to be, and I attribute that to his friends accepting him for his quirky hilarious self.
So I am mere months from my first child testing his wings and flying from the nest. My job to assist him to adulthood seems to be going as it should. I feel I have facilitated a little guy into independence and it's a really good feeling.
I'm proud of him.