But this year, this young man transferred to another high school so he could play football. I miss having him at my daughter's school. I know his gentle, playful heart, plus he would always bring my girl right to her front door after late-running extracurricular events at school, or parties they both attended, or aimless rambles around the city with their friends. It was always a comfort to know he would bring her all the way home, that she wouldn't be traveling alone.
Now he and my daughter go to different schools, and find that they miss each other more than they realized they would. They took for granted all the years that they would just see each other at school every day. So they make an extra effort to get together these days.
And now this young man of whom I am so fond is driving! He has rather amazing parents who made him sign a contract covering who can ride in the car with him, speed limits to observe, car etiquette and so on. But still. I still see the little kid zooming around on the trike. It's like that commercial where the dad is handing his daughter the car keys and giving her the rules of the road, and what he sees in the driver's seat in front of him is his little girl in a frilly dress, not his self-assured teenager. I laugh every time I see that ad. I know how that dad feels!
|Same kids, this year|