Quinn is already big enough to go on a couple of the rides at Happy Hollow. I can’t believe it. How is it possible that my little baby can go on these rides all by himself? His cousins rode with him so he wouldn’t be scared.
Q wasn’t scared.
I was a little scared.
He didn’t cry when I strapped him in tight. He was too busy checking everything out. The ride started to move, and his little face lit up. His smile, his joy filled the whole car.
I thought for sure he would freak, but he didn’t.
I thought the carnival music would be too loud and he would cry, but he only laughed.
I thought he wouldn’t want his cousins sitting so close to him, but he wanted to hang with the big boys.
I thought he would need me… but he didn’t.
He didn’t need me.
He’s seventeen months old, and I’m already getting lessons in letting go.
With a tiny, nervous knot in my belly – where he used to be…
And feeling silly about the sad-happy tears that were threatening to fall…
I let him ride.