To me, my son was perfect.
I was well aware of his bad temper and his stubbornness, but he was and always be my little boy.
When he was in school, he was required to take a woodworking class. He came home one afternoon with a note from the school. In order to do his class project, he needed money to purchase the material to make a small piece of furniture. He chose to make a coffee table for us, and he got to choose the wood he wanted to work with. Apparently, the coffee table came in a kit, because everything was included. He chose an oblong coffee table, and he asked what wood I wanted. I looked at the list I had to choose from and chose the cheapest of the three. I made out the check for the school and sent it, and the paperwork, into an envelope. Three months went by and he was finally talking about the coffee table. He said it was shaping up nicely, and it was just about ready to be sanded and stained. He asked what color stain I wanted, and once again, he gave me the price sheet. After looking at the cost of the new products needed, I was thinking I could have gone to the local furniture store and bought a brand new coffee table for the same price or less. Three weeks later, he asked me to go to school with him. They were having a reveal of the coffee tables all the kids had made. It surprised me to see that his coffee table was the nicest, and I was proud to display it in my living room.