I'm learning this dad/parent thing pretty well...
B and I went for a long ride today. Well, she rode and I walked, getting farther and farther behind, until I yelled her name and told her to wait up. I could never understand what she said in reply, I could only hear the slightest B sound, but so far, she always stopped and let me catch up. Well, she'd let me get about ten feet away before she'd glance down the road and look back at me with those big eyes, begging to be released so she could ride away from me again.
Is this what being a parent is? Teaching your kids more things so that it's easier for them to get farther away from you? I mean, you help them learn to crawl, then you help them learn to walk. Then you buy them a tricycle and when that's no longer enough, you buy them a bike and on and on. The bikes become cars, the driveway becomes across town, across state lines, across country.
Wow. I am really starting to see why my Mom cried when I stepped off the plane, returning from Alaska. In the last few months, I have really tried to convey to her how thankful I am for all the things she did for me, but I don't think it's getting through. It's as if she doesn't think I really understand.
I'm beginning to, I really am.