The past week was spent riding bikes at least a little on most days. When she isn't on her bike she feels like a she's missing a leg. Maybe a little extreme, but she's loving her newfound mobility. Makes me scared what will happen when she gets to the next mobility level. Yeah, scooter.
We also said goodbye, so long, to our friend Alex who is moving to Wichita. Levi tried to be the clown that would make him stay, but it just didn't work. At least now we have a reason to play that White Stripes song for about 9 hours on a road trip.
The biggest separation was with Levi, who went to his first away camp this month. At the drop off I sat with him for a bit and then asked if we wanted to stay longer. He said that it was fine if I left, and I had this feeling come over me as I reached to give him the hug one gives in front of a boy who is entering the cool age. I suddenly felt all of the future goodbyes and I didn't like it. I think I'm going to have trouble when the real leaving home happens. Not a 4-night, but the gone and will visit when I can kind of leaving. I remembered the night my brother and I left in our house in Wallaceburg, and how my mom must have felt. I had felt the bliss of driving down the highway looking forward to a new adventure, and there is no way I did enough to empathize with my mom. I still don't, so I'm going to stop typing now and call my mom.
We also said goodbye, so long, to our friend Alex who is moving to Wichita. Levi tried to be the clown that would make him stay, but it just didn't work. At least now we have a reason to play that White Stripes song for about 9 hours on a road trip.
The biggest separation was with Levi, who went to his first away camp this month. At the drop off I sat with him for a bit and then asked if we wanted to stay longer. He said that it was fine if I left, and I had this feeling come over me as I reached to give him the hug one gives in front of a boy who is entering the cool age. I suddenly felt all of the future goodbyes and I didn't like it. I think I'm going to have trouble when the real leaving home happens. Not a 4-night, but the gone and will visit when I can kind of leaving. I remembered the night my brother and I left in our house in Wallaceburg, and how my mom must have felt. I had felt the bliss of driving down the highway looking forward to a new adventure, and there is no way I did enough to empathize with my mom. I still don't, so I'm going to stop typing now and call my mom.
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