Our Morning Race
When I leave the house in the morning my arms are usually full with Julia, my lunch, Mason’s backpack, and a cup of coffee. Mason watches me hold the screen door with my foot, balance Miss Julia and lock the front door.
As soon as I turn towards him he asks the same question, “Daddy, wanna race?” I nod and walk across the porch and down two small stairs. Sometimes he waits until I am on the walk way, but usually he takes a 5 foot head start. By the time I hit the walkway and “run” after him he is half way to the gate. Mason wins the race every morning, and following my crushing defeat I tell him “Awww, you beat me again little man!” He laughs and tells me he is a winner as I snap him into his car seat.
I love our morning races. I love seeing the smile on my 3 year old’s face when he turns around after his victory. I love giving him a high five when it is over, and I think it is sweet when he tells me we’ll race again tomorrow, and maybe I’ll win. Currently my record is 0 for fovever, but I’ll keep plugging away, and console myself with a hug from him on our way into Big Boy School.