My dad owns & rents out a house on the corner of our block. Which means, my dad is there regularly. Which means, I walk down there often. Sometimes to visit. Sometimes to bring needed supplies. Sometimes to bring beer.
Anyhow, I walk the same path there and back & it reminds me of my childhood walking to and from school. It doesn't take long to know each crack, every tree root heaving concrete in a bid for freedom, and where all the best puddles form after a rain. Navigating the route to avoid hazards becomes second nature- stepping and jumping without a thought.
Today, on one such trek to dad's rental, it occurred to me that this sidewalk is imprinted on my children. Where I have to watch my step, they have already scooted to the other side. They know where to jump their bikes and what puddles are deepest.
So, today I walked a little slower and paid a little more attention to this backdrop for many of my kiddos' memories.