Children

Today on the train at one of the stops, a group of 8-12 year old children came aboard. (The noise level rose greatly.) I got to feeling all nostalgic and thinking about when Joshua was young, and what a hard time I had sending him on a bus to school. I can't even imagine what it would be like to send him through the subway alone, even if he was with friends.

And then I started thinking about how young he actually was when my mom died and how grown up he started acting, and how grown up I started treating him. What a loss of innocence, of his childhood. But I can't turn back the clock. Then as I felt my eyes get misty, half the boys got off at a stop and did the gesture to the train operator so that he would honk his horn. And he did. The next three stops. Until all the boys were gone. What a great way to bring me back to today and enjoy the innocence of the children on the train.