My youngest is seven years old. It’s been quite awhile since we were in the baby phase of parenting. Still, it really does feel like it wasn’t that long ago. Seven. He is seven years old. Going into first grade (yes, again — trust me, it’s what’s best for him). He loves Minecraft, Ninjago, Legos, dogs, cats, and all other furry things. He still wants to be a race car fixer (though he might change his mind at any moment).
I love him so.
Today, we took the kids out to eat at George’s Gyros & Burgers, which is rather delicious. Then, off to the skating rink. Dain has never worn skates before, but he wanted to go. So, groupon in hand, we went. He spent the entire time “training” on the carpet while the rest of us made several laps around the rink. He had a grand time anyway, and was rather proud of himself. “Mom, I trained on the carpet the whole time, and the next time we come, I will train some more!” Okay, kid. Whatever floats your boat.
He’s the one that has taught me how to go with the flow. He taught me that sometimes, shrugging my shoulders and letting go is the best route to take.
Grace & Peace,
And, just to round this post out, Dain’s first solo bike rides. This happened back in the Spring, but I didn’t share until now. Enjoy!