And so at last we embark on the year of Turning 22.
I keep a transition notebook to help me track the details and events that I need to know and remember. Today’s entry is rather unexpected. As our boy reveled in the Piston Cup and Radiator Springs setups that yesterday supplanted the Christmas Tree, he called out to me:
“I have a good feeling about this year. I think everything is going to work out fine.”
This is a moment for which every parent hopes. It is beginning to dawn on me that it marks the first of many role reversals between us.
Bring it on.