Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Wah! Baby growing up alert!
It's happened again.
Mike is busting out with more evidence of maturity. Yesterday I had to go to town to mail packages and go to the store. He usually likes to ride along, but instead, he suggested he RIDE HIS BIKE TO TOWN and meet me there!
I pointed out that the meeting part wouldn't work out, cars being faster and all. But the independence bug had already bit.
Although Mike is 12, he's only been actually riding (as in pedaling and keeping his balance) for a few months. It hasn't even been THAT long (a year, two at the most) that he's felt comfortable with looking around the toy section at Wal-mart by himself while we shop. So on the one hand, I wanted to encourage his branching out. But on the other hand OMG NO! MY BABY! ACK!!!!
The two big pluses are that Mike could give lessons in finding your way around to homing pigeons, and he is also highly paranoid in regards to safety rules. So I gritted my teeth, reviewed the road rules, and sent him off.
This was at 4pm. I was home from my errands by 5. No Mike. I read some mail. 5:15, no Mike. Made a salad for dinner. Told myself repeatedly not to be an idiot, a drama queen, etc. Went outside every time the dogs made a sound and scanned the distant roadway....
Finally at quarter to six, he came in. "Oh, there you are," I said casually. "Ready for dinner?"
Mike is busting out with more evidence of maturity. Yesterday I had to go to town to mail packages and go to the store. He usually likes to ride along, but instead, he suggested he RIDE HIS BIKE TO TOWN and meet me there!
I pointed out that the meeting part wouldn't work out, cars being faster and all. But the independence bug had already bit.
Although Mike is 12, he's only been actually riding (as in pedaling and keeping his balance) for a few months. It hasn't even been THAT long (a year, two at the most) that he's felt comfortable with looking around the toy section at Wal-mart by himself while we shop. So on the one hand, I wanted to encourage his branching out. But on the other hand OMG NO! MY BABY! ACK!!!!
The two big pluses are that Mike could give lessons in finding your way around to homing pigeons, and he is also highly paranoid in regards to safety rules. So I gritted my teeth, reviewed the road rules, and sent him off.
This was at 4pm. I was home from my errands by 5. No Mike. I read some mail. 5:15, no Mike. Made a salad for dinner. Told myself repeatedly not to be an idiot, a drama queen, etc. Went outside every time the dogs made a sound and scanned the distant roadway....
Finally at quarter to six, he came in. "Oh, there you are," I said casually. "Ready for dinner?"
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