Anyways (I think I get wordier in my old age) I like getting out, walking, seeing and visiting with parents, seeing my kids' friends, etc. Miles will often invite a friend over and so it's good to have me there. Also, my kids don't tell me, "Let us walk home by ourselves!" very much, if at all.
Except for last Thursday. Miles had an "Earth Group" meeting after school and so would be coming home about an hour later. I told him I'd meet him at the busy-street corner (like I meet the kids every Wednesday). He then said, "Can I walk home by myself!?" "Nooooo" I said. But then I rethought and told Miles that he could. He then struggled the whole walk to school on what to do - "Just tell me, I hate making decisions!" (Sounds way more like me than him.) Nope, I told him, this is up to you. And he decided to walk home alone. Good for him. :) Of course, around the time I thought he'd be coming back, I grabbed the camera and started looking out my bedroom window. And there he was! Walking home! Alone! And he didn't die! (But he could have, I'm sure of it. :)
Ohhhhh, it was a tricky one. One side of traffic had stopped for him to cross. But not the other. So then he had to wait on the other side. But he did. So he survived. I did, too.