Devlin is now in middle school (when and how did that happen? Wasn't it just yesterday that he was learning to ride a bike and crying his heart out at the kindergarten gate??). Middle school which means new teachers, new classmates and a new school much further away. All week, he's woken up at 6:30 and hit the showers. He's left the house before 7:25am to walk to school. I've been impressed. Today, on my last day of vacation, I offered to walk with him halfway before finishing my morning jog. Even before we were halfway, my firstborn told me he was fine, and I could run home. I offered to walk a bit further. He declined. I insisted on going another block, only so that I could catch the trail home. He reluctantly agreed. I swear he slouched a bit more and pulled his hat down over his eyes.
The sidewalks were deserted.
"What's wrong? Are you ashamed of me? Do I embarrass you? Am I cramping your style? I mercilessly queried.
"Stop mom...it's just that, you're a small person, and it looks like I'm walking with a girl..." came the muttered reply.
This, from my first born who is still smaller in stature to his younger sister.
And no, there were no fond hugs and kisses for his mom when we finally parted ways. I think I laughed the entire way home.
At least my daughters are still happy to be seen with me in public.
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