Recently, the boys discovered a new favorite pastime: walking Floki.
The oldest kept asking me last weekend if he could take Floki for a walk, but I kept telling him no. It made me nervous. Floki had never really been on his harness and leash, so I wasn’t sure how he would act. If he got scared or nervous, I wanted to be there to help calm him back down.
And, of course, my son kept asking when I was busy doing other things, like laundry or cooking dinner, so I couldn’t go with them.
On Tuesday, I had to go to Green River for a presentation, and my oldest asked his dad if he could take Floki for a walk, and Dad said yes. Apparently, he did awesome on the leash. Floki was so excited to be out, when they came home, he wouldn’t let anyone take his harness off. Then, he whined because he wanted to go back outside.
I was surprised. I suppose I should have expected my boys—both the human one and the fur baby—to be fearless and ready for adventure. Now, they go on walks pretty much every night. (It’s going to be interesting to see if that continues when it starts to snow, but for now, I’m encouraging it.)
I love it when my kids show me what they can achieve. Sometimes I forget how capable they are. And if they’re not quite capable yet, there’s only one way they’re going to get there: by trying. I’ll have to remember that the next time they ask to do something.