A lesson learned

I spend hours every day trying to teach Lane: counting the pigs in the picture hanging in his room; showing him how to use a spoon; signing "thank you" each time he says "dah" (his word for thank you); naming the colors of the balls in his ball pit.

For as much as I try to teach him, he ends up reminding me of so many of life's important lessons.

Saturday afternoon, he was a little weary of going down the big slide at the park. With papa at the top to encourage him, and mama at the bottom to catch him, he finally let go.




Sometimes, you just have to go for it - and know the ones who love you will be there for support.
Then, you go back up to the top and do it all over again.