Grant is only 7 years old. That’s it. Just 7. Something happened with he and I today though and I can literally see him growing up right in front of my face. He and I had a fun afternoon together. We mowed the lawn.
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that there’s no way we had fun mowing the lawn. Well, we did. Today I let him help me mow and he thought it was just great. I showed him how to start it, what it takes to keep it running, how to mow the strips in a straight line. Then, when he was feeling really big, I let go. He pushed an entire strip almost 100% by himself.
I can hear (read) the comments already. “He’s only 7 Stan. Isn’t there a child labor law or something?” Well, in my house there’s no such thing. Each child is a part of the family and has responsibilities to pitch in. And today was Grant’s first step at helping me with mowing the lawn. It was a lot of fun and an even bigger joy to see the smile on his face when he was done. I gave him a big high five and kind of hit him in the chest. Then I bragged on him to his mom. It made him feel good to accomplish something and it made me feel good to be there with him when he did.
I can’t wait to see what he’s going to do next. I think I’ll have him help me put in the patio.