Weekly Photo Challenge – Admiration
In this week’s weekly photo challenge from the Daily Post we are asked to focus on the word admire.
Their request in their own words is as follows:
In your response, depict something or someone you admire. Bonus points if you share a paragraph or two on the source of your admiration.
Now I have two sons, both of whom I admire for differing reason on different occasions, from wanting to do well at school, to being kind etc.
However, in this instance I am focusing on my eldest, who you will see in this photo thinking he is especially funny by putting up a finger, namely the wrong finger if he wanted to cause a real stir, but that was the whole point, making mummy think he had done something rude only to find out after being chastised that she was in fact completely wrong! 🙂
Why am I focusing on him in particular?
My eldest son has Tourettes, ADD and couple of other ‘labels’. Don’t you just hate them, but sometimes they are useful for people to understand ‘quickly’ what I am talking about.
Why do I admire him?
I admire him because every day he fights the urge to ‘tic’. At the moment, the tic that takes over him is the ‘f’ word. We have all struggled with this. He has been going to Great Ormond Street since October, and finally finished last week. He has worked hard to try and learn some reverse habit therapy to try and hold back this ‘tic’ at times. But if you can imagine wanting to sneeze all the time and not? Imagine this 20 times worse.
Every minute of every hour in class he struggles to concentrate, and to hold off these tics. It exhausts me to just thinking about it.
Yet he wants to achieve, he wants to do well and through hard work is in the top sets.
He is a lovely kind boy, but after years of bullying he is sensitive, his so called ‘friends’ (apparently this is what teenage friends these days do), some of them know this and try to set off his tics, or goad him in to a reaction.
Yet he is loyal to them. He is a good friend, he would be the first to help one of these friends if they were in trouble, as he would anyone else.
I admire him for his honesty and loyalty.
I admire him for having the courage also to move on a little. Make new friends. I know how hard it is to make friends when you feel ‘different’.
I admire him, because in his short 13 years he has been through more emotional trauma than I have had surely in my 40 odd years, yet he still comes home and gives me a cuddle, still offers to help, still wants to do well, still has the enthusiasm that his future is bright.
He makes my future bright by just being him.What or who do you admire? Justine x