Day 2
My son started school yesterday and, naturally, today was the 2nd day to get him up early and out the door. At some moment during the craziness this morning it occurred to me that this daily event, this new adventure in my life and the life of my family, would be good material for a blog. So, even though I missed Day 1, I’ll start now.
My son and I ride our bikes to school. It is about a mile. When I was a kid, riding my bike to school was an adventure that I was not always afforded. In some respects, I suppose I am living vicariously through my son now that I get to ride my bike to school every day. I wonder if he will grow up thinking it is a chore and a burden if he doesn’t have a choice to ride in the minivan or the F150. But, he does have a scooter, so we will mix it up.
He did well this morning. He didn’t cry. He did want me to stay with him. That’s the best of both worlds, as I see it. I get extra hugs and kisses as I am going, but I am proud of him for being strong and brave and independent. I think he will teach me a lot as he grows up.