You'll notice there are NO pictures in this post. Peyton dreamed of going to the skate/bike park. He borrowed what was in essence a girls bike with no hesitation what so ever. In the drizzling rain and cold we walked 2 miles to the park. We talked about everything. The most open conversation we have ever had. He let me pull him close. Nearly tall enough for me to rest my chin on his sweaty boy head.
When we reached the park there were several older kids and Peyton was obviously uncomfortable. He quietly begged me to put the camera away and to not "embarrass" him. I agreed , but it hurt inside acknowledging that we were already reaching the age where mom hugs were shameful.
He spent nearly a half hour hanging out around the edge of the bowl...watching...hesitating. Taking it all in. He finally warmed up and begin to ride the hills. Do the jumps. Even impressing some of the big boys. I was so proud of his mad skills. And even more appreciative that he did it without concern of his "uncool bike”.
Peyton who has always been a follower, stepped out of his comfort zone and shined brightly in the grey day.
When we reached the park there were several older kids and Peyton was obviously uncomfortable. He quietly begged me to put the camera away and to not "embarrass" him. I agreed , but it hurt inside acknowledging that we were already reaching the age where mom hugs were shameful.
He spent nearly a half hour hanging out around the edge of the bowl...watching...hesitating. Taking it all in. He finally warmed up and begin to ride the hills. Do the jumps. Even impressing some of the big boys. I was so proud of his mad skills. And even more appreciative that he did it without concern of his "uncool bike”.
Peyton who has always been a follower, stepped out of his comfort zone and shined brightly in the grey day.
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