A few weeks ago, my husband stepped out into the front yard to mow the lawn. Son #2 tagged along to peek at the mower. As my husband fueled up the tank, Son #2 chattered away with excitement.
"Daddy, you gonna mow?" Son #2 asked with wide eyes.
"Sure am." My husband replied as he attached the bag for grass cuttings.
"Oh wow!" Son #2 exclaimed. "I wanna mow, too!"
My husband grunted absentmindedly as he inspected the mower one last time. Then, my husband pulled back on the starter and began to cut the lawn. Son #2 was amazed at the loud noise. He placed his hands over his ears and shouted to my husband. "Too loud, Daddy!"
My husband could not hear a thing as the engine of the mower roared. He motioned for our youngest son to stay close by as he pushed the mower across the lawn. Son #2 obediently ran after his dad. Periodically, my little boy patted the branches of bushes or peered at the naked limbs of a small tree. Then, Son #2 got an idea. Quickly, my little boy ran back to the garage and grabbed a dolly from among the tools. Using his tiny muscles, Son #2 pushed the dolly forward with all his might. Eventually, my little boy got the dolly onto the grass.
Son #2 followed my husband with his own "mower" turning at the appropriate times. My husband looked back at his youngest son and gave him a thumbs up sign. Son #2 yelled. "Look Daddy! I mowing!"
My husband laughed. "Good! Follow me!"
Son #2 followed his dad without deviating from his path. I happened to be outside while this all took place and snapped a couple pictures. For a second, I was transported back in time to when my oldest son would follow my husband with his own "mower". I could visualize Son #1 toddling behind my husband with a sit-to-stand walker shouting. "Look Mommy! Look Daddy! I mowing!" Once again, a wave of nostalgia passed over me. Then, I leaned against my car with a sigh and thought. "Kids grow up so fast."