When the grass was tall a week ago my boy just casually told his mom that he’d mow, as if it were something he’s done all his years, like eating cereal. Well, she thought he was joking until he made it abundantly clear that he was a big boy, and something as simple as mowing the lawn was nothing a boy his size couldn’t handle. She took him up on it, and now he’s mowed the lawn two times.
Yesterday was the first time he’s mowed the front AND the back, and I have to say, I was impressed. With his every muscle and umph heaving and guiding that mower like some kind of heat-seeking missile, I saw real determination and effort, and in the end, a job well done.