Is My Work Here Done?
Part of the joy and pain of being a parent is the sense of pride you get when your kids do something you haven’t shown them. Yesterday, to my horror and joy I turned the corner to find this.
Son had, for the first time, built a lego machine from a picture without me showing him how to do it. Part of me thought “GO SON! YOU ROCK! LOOK AT YOU!” and another part thought “he doesn’t need me…”
Of course, these thoughts take a big leap of faith or doubt respectively. I take small comfort in the memory that last week he made a “rocket speed skater” out of lego. I thought it was a swamp boat.
“Daddy,” he said with mock disapproval, “there’s no such thing as swamp boats. Silly.”
He’s wrong but I rose above it.