Briggs & I honored the first week of Kindergarten with a trip to the trampoline park.
His favorite part of the park is the jousting pit.
He’s always (physically) the smallest in line – and the happiest.
He’s thrilled to go up against the big kids – who knock him down effortlessly (even gently). He’s happy to do the play-by-play while he waits his turn. He’s got no issue asking for help.
And he doesn’t give a shit how many times he gets knocked down.
He still wants (he still loves) to play.
I watch him and feel so good that we’re made up of the same stuff.
That we all are.