Yesterday was wet and blustery, cold and raw. Naturally Rowan wanted to play outside. Weirdo.
He circled the yard in his gator a few times, tied up a tree with bungee cords, and sat on his bike, cursing the rain. While he was doing all those activities, keeping his blood pumping and staying warm, I was doing this: Rowan had the brilliant idea to dig out the kite that is currently rigged with a coat hanger, heavy string, and a BBQ skewer. I tried to explain that it probably wouldn’t fly, as I didn’t want him to be disappointed when he couldn’t get it in the air. As is his way, he persevered, and for a half hour he and I ran around the yard trying to get that darn thing up. He eventually told me that I wasn’t doing it right and released me from my duties as string holder. I went back to reading my book on the porch, and not ten minutes later I looked up from “The Decameron”, and he had that dolphin kite soaring.
As any parent (or anyone who has spent any time with little kids) knows, they are strikingly persistent, optimistic, positive, and have a way of showing you your own bad attitude. Time after time Rowan has proved me wrong. When I say that he won’t be able to do something, it only drives him that much harder to want to do it. Sometimes I love seeing that side of him, like when he flew the kite. Other times, that side of him gets him in trouble, like when I told him not to use an entire tube of toothpaste in one day, so he did. Stinker.
Anyway, I need to learn that just because I can’t figure something out, doesn’t mean HE can’t figure it out. With every passing year the lad grows smarter than me, and not for one second do I want to repress that part of him. If it means that I have to buy a few extra tubes of toothpaste, and clean a few messes, I think I can deal with that.