So, I’m suddenly supposed to believe that my son is going to leave the safety of the ground aboard a giant rotating wheel that he has never actually laid eyes on? Don’t get me wrong, I was positively giddy at the prospect (wait, do you think we can start going to theme parks and rock walls?!), although I was careful to do my best nonchalant impersonation when I answered him, “Yeah, sure, we can do that, maybe, whatevs.” No need to jinx things with my shock and excitement. Heck, there are slides in our neighborhood that he still deems too tall to slide down. If JP determines something to be of physical risk, he’ll likely avoid it all together-or spend weeks (ahem, years) ruminating on it, observing others doing it, until he’s absolutely sure he can proceed safely and confidently and without anyone’s assistance (see: bike riding). So, in lieu of describing my seven year old as cautious, I’ll just say that he prefers to apply the road sign, PROCEED WITH CAUTION, to as much of his life as possible. SAY WHAT? Now, I’ve read the parenting books, and I know we’re not supposed to label our children. I think we should ride it,” offers my eldest. “You know, Mommy, I heard they built a Ferris wheel there. My sister in law was visiting, and she and I decided to take the kids over to National Harbor in Maryland. One of the Great Surprises of my life came on a hot, clear summer day last August.
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