The weekend past was full of tears. Most of them though, were happy.
Sadly we weren’t there to see him get his certificate, but our Damien has qualified as a Dive Master!
For those not in the know – and as I have learnt – its an intense course and means at least 60 dives, a full physical, a series of fitness tests, skills tests, several exams and courses requiring at least an “A” to pass each one and leading at least 5 dives.
He did all this while working six long days a week and living away from home – which meant he had to look after himself- doing his own housework, laundry, cooking and cleaning – and he had to discipline himself to study and revise his course work in preparation for his exams.
He’s healthy, happy, tanned, he’s smoking less, he’s getting to travel a bit, and I only hear good things from his employers and instructors.
Man… I’m in tears again just thinking about how much he’s achieved.
I am so proud of him I could burst.
He’s changed and grown and matured so much. We have actual conversations on WhatsApp and when we spend time with him, like for his birthday, he chats to everyone and tells them about his work and his dives.
The next big qualification is Dive Instructor – another set of courses and another 40 or so dives (he has to have 100 to finish qualifying), along with working full time and being a grown up, and he should finish that by the end of this year.
My child is happy.
MY CHILD IS HAPPY!!