![]() ![]() There was an ease and carefree lightheartedness that was a part of his little spirit, an inquisitive, easy going, roll with the punches kind of kid. He was always ready for excitement and adventure, rather impulsive, very active, ready to make a break for it if he saw a chance to run and roam free, terrifying in parking lots. His golden curly locks would blow in the wind like the carefree adventurous soul that he is. He would want to run as soon as he hit fresh air-a natural impulse, just not a very safe one. He loved to run and play, and keeping him calm in parking lots was always a tricky spot. My son, like many two year olds, was a bit of a wild child. Before we headed out of the store, I began to get nervous. It was too large for my friend to carry, and too large for me to carry with one hand. When we got to the frame shop, the picture turned out to be much larger than I had expected. I had one of my sons, age two at the time, in tow that day. ![]() She asked if I could take her to pick it up, get out of the house, etc. A very pregnant friend was in her nesting phase, and a picture she had framed for the nursery was ready at the frame shop. During my tenure as a stay at home mom, something happened one day that was particularly enlightening as a mother of two sons. ![]()
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