It Was Just a Mile

Friday morning I went for a little walk with The Boy.  We walked a mile together.  Just a mile, but not “just” any mile, it was a mile alone with my oldest son.  It was so nice to have time alone with him, we don’t get it very often. As we were walking and talking, I just kept thinking of all the ways he has enlightened me as to the ways of boys.  Well, maybe not ALL boys, but MY boy.

Our Mile

I learned that when he becomes an “animal expert”, he will be sure to let me know if dogs see in color or in black and white.  He is pretty sure it is in color, but he is going to have to do some “serious” research to double check that.

I learned that Farmer Bob and I are old.  When discussing his 4-H projects and learning that he did not necessarily enjoy doing his foods projects, we tried to discover something that he may be more interested in. I suggested he try leather crafts, just like his dad did.  “Dad did 4-H when he was a kid?”  Yes, Boy, he did. “Wow! I didn’t know they had 4-H that long ago”.  Ouch.

I learned that he is ready for football season to start. Not that I didn’t already know that, but it came out of his mouth, and that was all that mattered.  He was talking, I was listening.

I learned that he needs new shoes because his toes are at the end of his current ones.  Again, something I was already aware of, but he told me on his own.

I learned that it was so hot outside, he might need a nap.  Well, that didn’t really happen, but it was a great thought.  The Boy hasn’t taken a nap in years, unless he was sick.

I learned that he will not be a chef when he grows up.  I guess cooking is not his strong suit, and that is OK, but for the sake of his future wife (whom he has informed me in previous conversations, will be the one having all the babies, not him) he will be able to cook the basics.  He (and she) will thank me for that.

I learned that he has a good heart.  OK, maybe I didn’t just learn this one either. Maybe I should say he reinforced my belief that he has a good heart.  He truly loves his siblings, even though he may not always show it.  He cares for not only himself and his family, but for animals and his surroundings.  A trait I can only hope and pray that it stays with him.

I learned that it didn’t matter that we only walked “just” a mile.  What mattered was that we walked it together.  That we talked, and laughed (maybe I laughed just a little bit more than he did, but damn it he’s funny.  Just like his momma.) and that we were together.  I am certain that those moments won’t be around much longer so I will take it and hold on to it for as long as I can.