Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Let him ride {Not-so-wordy Wednesday}

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.

So …

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.