Sunday, July 25, 2010
Turns out there wasn't much for me to do. Scout can easily walk out now, and what Quinn can't walk, she can easily swim. It struck me that my presence, while perhaps comforting, may not actually be necessary. It took the girls a few more days to figure this out for themselves, but eventually the question came: can we go out to the raft by ourselves? Meg and I had already discussed this of course, but we acted the part of deliberating parents before saying yes. The girls had the look of kids who are fairly certain they'll be shot down, but it's their duty as kids to ask anyway. Their little faces lit up as it sank in that they'd actually been given the green light, and they were off.
The girls made it easily, like I knew they would. I smiled, swelling with pride, as they jumped off the raft, over and over, the thrill of independence floating back to me on their laughter. As I kept watching the girls, it dawned on me, this won't be the last time they figure out they don't need the old man. Letting go is only going to get harder, and in that moment, I was grateful for the practice.