Dad, I think I want to try this by myself.”
Those words from my 5-year-old son didn’t surprise me. After all, this is the kid who, at age 3, dashed fearlessly into a rushing river when he thought I was drowning — who at the same age boldly declared his autonomy with the phrase “I can took care of my selp.”
It’s not that I minded letting Weston sled down the snowy hill behind East Elementary alone. Heck, it would mean less of a chance that I’d break my tailbone that afternoon. It’s just that he had always asked me to ride with him, and this slight change in the status quo was another bittersweet reminder that my little boy is growing up fast.
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