Rites of Passage

My boy scooted home from school this afternoon. I couldnt believe it. He's so tiny, he's one of the shortest in his class. It may not seem like a big thing to many people, but to see this tiny boy, on his little scooter, knowing the way, and just a few feet ahead of me, really made my heart swell with pride. I watched him pushing himself as fast as he could, and at the same time, was watching my little boy grow up just a little bit more. I'd be lying if i said the very concept of him growing up didnt petrify me. Every day it seems he is that little bit more indepenent, and as i revel in the person he is becoming, i also mourn for the times when he needed me completely. He's only four and already i can see the beginnings of who he will be, and it makes me proud. He's so strong, copes with life so well, admittedly at four you dont have much to cope with, but then, to a four year old things seem pretty big. He's just so special and precious that i had to mention him, i try to stay away from only talking about him, but, well, i dont really have a choice, he's such a big, important, incredible part of my life, how could i not?!

I should also take a moment to have a small rant about my utility provider. I make itr a solid policy not to name companies on here, so i'm not going to, but i have to rant, for they are trying to tell me that i have used 2200 units of gas in the LAST TWO MONTHS.........this is IMPOSSIBLE.............utterly impossible, thats more gas than i have used in the last 5 years............i am so angry......so now i have to take a meter reading EVERY day, then phone them next week.........but, it would seem that they are going to charge me for that gas too (approx £800 - £900) ARGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh

I offically hate bills.