On the things I'll never know...

When I picked up the preschooler from camp today, there was a chorus of little friends, many of which I didn’t know because they were new to the school, who enthusiastically waved their hands in the air and shouted “BYE LEO” as I loaded him into the bike trailer and we made our way home. He then returned their greeting with his own fervent farewell. And I just got to thinking how interesting it is that someone I don’t know knows my little Leo well enough to notice when he’s gone, to wish him a good bye. There is a mysterious aspect of my children’s lives of which I’ll never be a part, about which I’ll never know or never get to witness. Maybe at one point this sounded scary to me. But today, pedaling us back home up hill and with the drag of a bike trailer, the unknown journey feels lighter than I would have expected. Beautiful even.