Growing up

There's a lot of big kidness going on at my house lately. Mostly prepping for the kindergarten-that-we-do-not-speak-of for Big Sis. Backpack, minimal school supplies and first day outfits have been purchased. But lo, that is a week away and we will remain in disbelief that this is surely happening.

For at least a week longer.

Until then, we shan't speak of it anymore lest I weep all over the keyboard.

In other news, the big 3 year old has done a bit of growing up himself today. Playing outside this afternoon I asked him, on a whim, if he wanted me to take his training wheels off. Surprisingly he said yes and after making sure this was going to be a done deal - no putting them back on - I got the wrench and went to town.

Minutes later the boy rode.

The most surprised? The 5 year old who still has training wheels.

Her plan is to now poll her "new friends" when she gets to school and see what the consensus is on 5 year olds and training wheels. For now, she's comfortable with helmet, knee pads, elbow pads, training wheels and soft ground.

Risk taker she is not.

I looked at my big 3 year old a little differently when he went to bed tonight. I think he felt different too. I love the light in the eyes of one who feels successful. He fell more than he was upright today yet can't wait to try again tomorrow.

I do believe there's a lesson in there.



*edited to note that the original song by the Doobie Bros. "Takin it to the Streets" was a much more fitting but wouldn't publish for copyright reasons. Blech.