This past year my mom purchased a quad for herself. I'm not sure if she has enjoyed the quad half as much as my boys have. Today Kieran pulled our chariot at the sidewalk wanting to take his mom for a spin. Of course, I was game. But as I grabbed my skinny boy from around the waist I had a real sense of a roll reversal. For most of his life I have been the one who would hold his hand and lead him to where I wanted him to go. But as I clung to my 12 year olds waist with my life in his hands I knew the wild ride I was in for. He was very gentle with me at first. But as my courage increased so did the acceleration. A "Wild Ride" isn't wild while you are in the drivers seat. A ride is only "wild" when someone else is driving. I'm sure this is only the first of many when I will slowly have to give up some of my control and hand it to my growing son. With any luck I will learn this lesson slowly. As my grasp with him lessens my courage will increase where handing over the control will be like letting off the gas pedal.
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Just love your introspective revelations from everyday life! Missing you girl!
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