It Was A Good Day To Take The Train
“If I walk today, I’ll need to pick you up on the train. Do you want me to take the car instead?”
“I WANT YOU TO TAKE THE TRAIN.”
“Are you sure? It’s a bit of walking and it’s cold and you will need to carry your own backpack.”
“I WANT TO TAKE THE TRAIN.”
I took the train today. When I do, it’s about 4 miles of walking, but only 1 of those miles is on the Roozle side of the commute. She can handle it, but it feels like a lot to ask when she’s hungry and tired and cold and just spent 9+ hours at school. And after I’ve just finished the 3 mile part of the commute.
She wanted to take the train.
I picked her up at school and she looked sad to see me, she didn’t want to leave. Then she remembered THE TRAIN.
When we got outside, she asked, “Mommy, can we hold hands?”
We can always hold hands, Roozle.
We walked and rode the train home and told stories and held hands extra tight. She told me about her day. I told her about mine.
She felt older, like she does a lot these days. Even as she grasped my hand in the dark.
She was right. It was a good day to take the train.