I had stopped to talk to my neighbor who was driving by in her car. We were chatting about Christmas and dog walking and cookies. The normal neighbor chit chat. Kai, bored with the conversation, asked me if he could cross the street to look at the poster stapled to the telephone pole. I walked with him to the edge of the sidewalk (what sidewalk? It's all snow here!) and we both looked to see if cars were coming (they weren't) and then he scurried across the road and looked at the photos of the dog who had been found that were listed on the poster.
About two minutes later, I hear a man (who was out shoveling the next house down) yell in a very unpleasant voice, "HEY LADY! WATCH YOUR DAMN KID!!"
I didn't even respond. I was flabbergasted (hard to do with this gal).
I mean, first, I was watching my damn kid.
Second, I trust my damn kid. In the four years I've been Kai's mom, Kai has never darted across the street without checking in with me first. We bike together, we walk together, we even have been known to jog together. We have a good routine going on when I run and he bikes. I run a little bit in front of him and when we come to an alley or a street, I say, "Go!" and he knows he doesn't need to stop. It's fun. It's easy. It doesn't make me nervous at all.
This is all to say: Honeyboy and his mom have a good thang going on. And, how has it come to be that kids can't even cross the street anymore by themselves? Or ride to the park on their bike? Or even walk home from school or the bus stop on their own? Would I let Kai do all of this in a couple of years, I don't know. I don't know if that's the point. Or maybe it is.
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