We have a little neighborhood market a few blocks away. It’s one of those older, quaint markets that you see in in historic neighborhoods. Charming. Neighborly. Small. Recently, we granted a supreme childhood wish to True: riding his scooter up to the market to spend some of his allowance on candy.
The beaming pride that he arrives home with. The confidence. The delight washed in pure innocence.
Well, it just makes me beam. I love being a parent. I love the collaboration of child and adult wisdom, colliding into moments like these. They’re ready. We’re ready. And voila! A simple wish of riding your bike to the neighborhood market comes true.
What a gift.
Thank you, life!