"The sign says he must be 42 inches tall Bro"
"So. Do you think these carny guys care? Let him go. He'll love it. Sully has been on one of these before and had a great time"
"He's gonna freak out"
"You don't know that"
"Look at that rickety old thing. Can you really trust a carny ride? I once read that..."
"Shhh. Look at the boys right now."
With Super Sully next to him, the G didn't seem at all worried, he had somehow shaken off all caution, all fear.
"Let's go on that one. Let's go on that one," he chanted along with his cousin.
Ok, Ok. He'll get to the front of the line and back out like he always does, I told myself.
"Do you want to ride that big big ride with Uncle Mo?" I asked him.
"Yeah! Yeah!" his eyes were glued to the steel wheels and without a second thought he grabbed my bro's hand and they were off.
He never turned back. As he rounded the first hill high above, I could tell he wasn't going to crumble, he wasn't going to fall apart. There were no tears, no wild hysterical crying.
I realized in this very moment that I need to do more of this...the letting go.
I walk the fine line (ok the line looks more like a toronado's path) between wanting to protect him from his fears and overprotecting him and my bro as a parent has taught me to throw caution to the wind right along with my "what's gonna happen" book.
So when my bro proposed that we take the boys kayaking, I decided not to question it this time and got right in the boat with them.
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my neurosis and your neurosis should get together and have coffee.
The fear is natural, maybe a happy medium between the two extremes might be the way to go! I can see Uncle Mo has no fear whatsoever!
I am SO right there with you. It is so hard to let them grow up.
and those rides at Seattle Center ARE sketchy!!!
Wow. Good work letting go of your fears! I am right there with you, consulting the manual for the height restrictions.
good for you for letting him go. but it is so hard, huh? i know this so well.
this whole letting go stuff is for the birds.
"Ok, Ok. He'll get to the front of the line and back out like he always does"
i share this sentiment with you, that moment when they do something so outside their comfort zone, that it instantly transforms us, to rethink what we've *known* to be true.
Oh, yes. This I know. It's such a difficult balance to achieve, letting go versus keeping close.
I'm with you. I get so protective of my little boy. I worry that I'm going to turn into one of those freaky moms who run after their kids with neosporin and a splint.
I have to tell you though, that the picture of the little guy is hilarious. Even from the small size of the pic, the image of a tiny tow headed toddler floating in a large rectangular orange field is very funny.
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