Last weekend, we ran out of milk and flour, and Porthos, who just turned 9, volunteered to go to the store by himself to buy it.
Pilgrim Mom: Do you want Kor Kor to go with you?
Porthos: No, I can go by myself.
PM: Are you sure?
And so, off he went, carrying a grocery bag and $10. It’s a trip we’ve made dozens of times, and he knows the way, and the store layout, and the whole routine at the check-out. Yet I have to admit I had my heart in my mouth the whole time, and had to resist the temptation to trail along.
He returned soon enough, and really didn’t see what the fuss was about. Me, I had to swallow hard and push away the thought that my little guy was growing up faster than I thought.