I love this time of year. I love living in this neighborhood during the spring, summer and fall. It’s just winter when everything falls apart. But for now, the sky is blue, everyone’s lawn is filled with flowers and the trees are all loaded with leaves.
Marc doesn’t want Julianna riding a bike. If she wants to – then we’ll talk. But she’s going to have to ask for it, and I don’t think she will. She’s got a scooter. Sam’s bike is taunting me, all the time. I know it’s there, and I know he wants to ride it, but we’re both hesitating. Marc points out that he can’t see. Which is, you know, hard to deny. And will he be able to see anything if he starts going fast? How will he know to stop if a tree jumps in front of him?
I don’t have the answers. So for now, the bike sits. And we walk.
Jessie is at yearbook this afternoon. She’s wrapping up her eighth grade year and I still can’t quite believe it. She’s in the eighth grade, and a heartbeat away from high school, and suddenly I’m the mother of a high school student. I’m the mother of a child considering college and careers and student loans and oh-my-God-I’m-freaking-myself-out.