I'm sure on some level I'm biased about my children, as all parents are. I'm sure I think my kids are cuter, smarter, and more hilarious than others do, but I suppose that is part of being a parent. I also think there comes a time as a parent when you realize that your child has grown up, has matured right before your eyes and somehow, you may have missed when that happened. Today that happened for me. Every week, Megan has her religious education class and every week we have the same routine-I pull up, I let her out, I watch her walk through the doors, and it is only then that I drive away.
Although today, I pulled up, I let her out, and I watched her trip and take a nose dive onto the ground. The papers from her folder sprawled everywhere. I gasped and waited, sure she was going to run back to the car crying. But that isn't what happened. She got up, looked at her knee for a moment, gathered her papers and headed into the building without so much as a backwards glance toward me.
An hour later, I was back at the church to pick her up and as we walked back to the car, I casually mentioned the tripping incident. "So..." I said cautiously, "You took a bit of a spill on the way into your class, huh?"
"Uh, yeah." Megan nodded.
"I thought for sure you were going to come running back to the car crying." I said.
"Really?" Megan responded. "Well I thought you were going to get out of the car and come over with a pen and write LOSER on my forehead."