Can I brag for a minute? I mean, of course I can, this is my space, but really? Can I?
My boy is cautious. So cautious. Make me crazy cautious. He reminds me of someone I know well. Someone whose skin I live in.
Imagine my delight Friday evening when he climbed in the inflatable basketball goal to stick his head out the hoop.
Granted, the other kids were doing it first, but he tried it the first time without prompting from anyone. He went down the big slide with Shooby and Jax, too. I know part of it is him getting older, but he is also starting to be slightly less cautious–when it’s safe, of course.
Now, I’m not saying I want him leaping from tall buildings or anything, but I don’t want him to be afraid. I want him to enjoy being a dirty, jumping, climbing, exploring boy.