That's what I did when I did my NLP training in May. I think it was on Day 3, I rang Boy, all bubbly and enthusiastic and told him I was signing him up for the Practitioner's course in October. His response was: yes mum. As it was when I came back and was all excited. Yes mum.
So, we did the Get the Life You Want weekend with Richard Bandler and Paul McKenna, and he suddenly got enthusiastic. He began to see what I was going on and on and on about. His potential began to occur to him. That weekend was great. He met the main trainers, he saw Richard on stage and had an idea what was going to happen.
He stayed with my cousin for 5 nights, but she was having guests, so I booked him into the hotel where the training was going on. When things went tits up with Northern Bloke and my plans for the weekend changed, Boy reiterated how much he wanted to see me.
I changed the room from double to twin and got my butt down to London Saturday lunchtime. It was amazing walking back into the conference hall. There were lots of familiar faces, the trainers and people I'd done the Practitioner's course with were doing their Masters. It was like coming home. And there was Boy in the middle of it. He really made it his own.
The organisers let me hang around. And even better, they let me sit in on the last session, so I could see him get his certificate. It's late and I'm tired and need to get into the bath and bed, so I won't stay too long. But he was so moved, there were tears. We held on to each other and I told him how proud I am of him. He went down there by himself, stayed with people he didn't know very well, he was open to this new head magic shit and he participated. He was up for it!
I am so excited to see where this takes him. The fact that now he realises he has choices. And the first one starts with: how much fun can he have every day.
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Good for Boy! Of course, that's all an indication of how well you have raised him.
ReplyDeletePS: Thanks for including me on the private blog invite.
Wha-hay! I'm in on the private blog site too!!!
ReplyDeleteVery intrigued with NLP - does this mean Boy will be a practitioner too?
von LX ~ I'm looking forward to the next 6 months to see how the NLP *really* shakes things up.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you're here too hon. Very much so.
macy ~ Hello darling! As of Sunday he is now an NLP Practitioner. Technically, he can set up his own practice. However, I will suggest if that's what he's interested in, leaving for a few years. He'll use the NLP to plough his own furrow.
Congratulations.
ReplyDeleteI owe my life/sanity to Norman Vincent Peale, and yes, this "brain stuff" can change your life.
good for your son.
austere ~ *runs off to Google Norman Vincent Peale*
ReplyDeleteI think any framework that says you have a choice how to run your brain has got to be a good thing.
I love that Bandler says: shit happens, you can't control it, but you can control how you deal with it.
Anything that gives a young person confidence can only be a good thing.
ReplyDeleteI lacked so much confidence when I was young, it's only now that I'm doing the things that I wanted to do then.
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ms scarlet ~ I'm just thinking about the time he won't spend smoking in the garden trying to figure things out. He'll be off doing the shit he wants to do. All in all, not a bad 18th birthday pressie.
ReplyDeleteI don't wish anything different about my Life, but I wonder what I could have accomplished not wasting most of my adult life on shit, other peoples' shit and my own.