“Can you grab that sour cream for me?”.
I stand in the dairy aisle, pointing to the medium-sized, red sour cream container.
“You can go down there now,” he responds, gesturing to the other end of the aisle.
And I hear the unspoken in his reply. He is seven going on adult. He is ready for responsibility without hovering. Space to grow up. I walk to the other end of the aisle, grabbing a few gallons of milk. He dashes over, placing the sour cream in the cart.Read More