I think there's still a few people around who will remember our story and even might remember back in the early'ish days of mumsnet when I got the call and posted the thread "All my bags are packed I'm ready to go..."
And this weekend my lovely boy was 20, he's not a teenager anymore. We've had a bit of a journey, he and I and he has struggled to work out just where he fitted in and what he wanted to do and I'm so proud of him for getting where he is now.
It's a long story but last year after a few false starts at other things he went back to college to do A levels - politics, history and law, he sat AS levels in the summer and got the highest grades in his year group and has just had an offer to study politics at his preferred university so fingers crossed he'll be off there in September.
Whoever knew that tiny little tot not even sitting up at 11 months when we met who had been a 26 week 980gr premmie who had a "query cerebral palsy?" on his medical would turn into such a star. (Well i knew, but he says I have to say that because I'm his mother - I assure him he's wrong and a blind man in coal shed could see how fabulous he is).