Sunday, January 27, 2013
A Boy and His Cape
This weekend my oldest son, now twelve years old, was getting ready to play in the open field by our home. First he packed his walkie-talkie to maintain communication with mom, then a water bottle filled with bathroom tap water (who has time to use the filtered water from the fridge), after that he put on his sneakers, doubled-tied of course and last but not least, he tied on his floor length black cape. Yep, my boy wears a cape sometimes.
I love that my son has the guts to embrace what makes him happy, even if it draws negative attention from the boys riding their BMX bikes nearby. He remains true to himself and I love that.