“Hey mom! Come check this out!”
I gave him my usual response.
“In a minute cutie… as soon as I’m done unpacking this box.”
“No MOM! You gotta come now! You have to see me!”
Something in his tone, a level of excitement and confidence rarely heard, drew my attention. I put down the platter I’d been trying to find a home for, and ran outside.
Jack was riding around in circles on the driveway on his old bike without training wheels. We had removed them a few weeks before the move, intending to begin teaching him how to ride like a big boy, but had never gotten around to it.
Instead of waiting for his parents to get their lives together, he decided to teach himself. Turns out that sometimes good things come out of total chaos.
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