Son is 13 today. How time flies! During Son’s first few months we thought he was deaf; we would shout his name and clap but his face would remain dead-pan, then one day he started laughing and we realised he had just been cocking a deaf ‘un. Once he started talking, he put the letter ‘b’ at the beginning of every word and used words like ‘bitch’, ‘bastard’ and ‘bollocks’ liberally – concerned, I googled, ‘What age does Tourettes start?’ and was relieved that it was not in infancy. Son was the friendliest little kid, wherever he went people would know his name by the time he left. By the end of primary school he had lost a lot of his confidence, as the system ground him down. He’s not a school person but secondary is definitely an improvement. He is an excellent musician, he plays piano, guitar, bass and drums and also composes beautiful piano pieces and edgy guitar riffs. During his primary years he would hide himself behind a fat kid or place himself halfway out the door – in next month’s school production he will be forced front of stage to do a guitar solo – my birthday wish for my son is to have the confidence and enthusiasm to do the things he loves and to let his light shine because he’s shinier than he knows.