I want to share with everyone the joy that my son brings into the Atubet family. God trusted me with His precious gift in 2008. He is the first born of three. We call him William at home and many people call him “William the Great” which I believe is not by mistake. He made his debut entry with a statement of exactly who he was going to be. He cried in a bid to notify the entire hospital that he was hungry and needed to be fed regardless of whether the doctors were still working on his mother or not. His tone of cry was tough enough to make the nurses heed to his demand. They whisked him out of theatre into the nursery where I later learnt that they fed him with a spoon or two of glucose water.

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Two days after his arrival, we were sent home. I immediately put him in his own bed because I did not want him to get used to sleeping next to me. He did not complain about that all. He has always been independent, from the day he was born so this was no surprise. He has also never really been fussy except when it was shower time. From the day that we got home, my son had an amazing self-made sleeping schedule. After showering and feeding, he went to bed at 8pm. He never woke himself up to feed or demand to be fed. Instead, as a first time mother, I heard that the baby must feed every four hours and so whenever I woke up to take my painkiller, I would get him out of his bed, feed him while his eyes were closed and then put him back to bed and he continued sleeping. He slept at 8pm and woke himself up at 8am. He would also sleep for a big part of the day. He was a perfect baby.

He is a very ambitious baby who is eager to discover new things as well as adventure and do things that are mysterious. Subsequently, he walked the day after he turned eight months. I have never seen somebody so little walking but there is a first time for everything. After realizing that he could walk, he then decided he needed to run and running he did. Oh the number of accidents he had! His forehead had a semi permanent protrusion. He often closely looked at his Dad and I while we were talking as if he wanted to contribute to the conversation. It’s no wonder that at nine months he had started uttering some words. For example when he woke up from his afternoon nap, he called his nanny “EDSHA EDSHA…” Her name was Edsa. By the time he was one and a half years, he was able to communicate a number of things effectively.

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When he was two years old, his speech was so good my uncle told me to take him to school. I kept saying I wanted to wait till he was three years old but my uncle said I was retarding him. So when he was two and a half years old, I took him to school. At the end of his first day at school, his teacher told me that she had forgotten his name and so she called him “Mr. Man.” My son is not one to keep quite when something does not rub him the right way and so I was eager to hear his response on that. Apparently he turned to her and told her, “I am not Mr. Man, I am Mr. William.” And that was his name for the rest of his years in the school.

He is a born leader. It is in his DNA. Right from nursery school, his teachers told me that he was their self appointed assistant. Every time a teacher stepped out of class, he stood up and went to the front of the class and commanded everyone to keep quiet. He then started teaching them whatever the teacher had been teaching. When I asked the teacher if the other children actually listened to him, she said he was so authoritative in his tone that they all listened to him. That went on even to his first two years of primary school.

He is very athletic and he is such a “dare boy.” My brothers rode motor cross bikes and he admired all the riders. We often heard him make noises of those bikes’ engine when he was playing alone outside. We told him that if he wanted to ride motor cross, he had to learn how to ride his bike on two wheels without the supporting “wheelies”. That very day he asked his father to take them off the bike and he started riding a two-wheeled bike. He fell off a number of times but he got up and kept going. He learnt how to balance in just one evening. Speak of determination! When he was four years old his grandfather surprised him with a motor cross bike. It was waiting for him in Busiika and as soon as he saw it, he jumped onto it and headed for the rump without any protective gear, not even a basic helmet, leaving his grandfather almost getting a heart attack. My son is not scared to take a risk.

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Because of that, my heart was not ready to allow him to get into that sport. Thank God there was an alternative sport that he loved maybe a little more than riding.  He started playing football at a very young age and has a deadly left foot.

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His love for football (he is also very good at it) gives me hope that one day I will live in a mansion somewhere in the rich suburbs of Spain because he will be one of the richest most wanted footballers in the world. His current idol (Christiano Ronaldo) will be sending his sons to mine for coaching.

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Aside from football, he also plays basketball and plays it well. He has represented his school and won won for them a number of basketball matches. I remember in his former school, he was popular during the matches and when he was unable to play, his presence was always felt.

My son is very intelligent and he loves a good challenge. When he was in year one his teacher used to give them mental maths tests before class started. He loved it a lot and it was probably the best minutes of his day. One day I met with his teacher and she told me she’s always on tension when William enters class because he now transferred the challenge to her. She told me that the moment he enters class he gives her a mental math challenge. He still loves math and the bigger the challenge the more enjoyable for him.

My son is self-motivated and he is a go-getter. I recently changed his school from a Cambridge curriculum to an Accelerated Christian Education (ACE). The latter curriculum has an individualized learning system and every child moves at his/her own pace. To me, this is the best curriculum for my extremely competitive son. He thrives on challenge and when he had understood how the system works, he started working for an award they call the “Honor Roll.” He did not get it in the first term and so he put his teacher to the task of explaining why he did not get it yet he did the most number of “Paces” in his class and his average score was 99.4%. She told him it took more than just class performance; it also included smartness both in and outside of class, discipline among other things. He told his teacher that he would get it the next term. I have never seen him work so hard since he started going to school. Indeed at the end of the term he got the Honor Roll award and I was a proud mother.

I am so grateful to God for my son. I know what every mother feels for their children in a special kind of way but my son makes me feel like God favored me and gave me the very best.




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