I didn’t ask the little boy to come up to me. I didn’t even smile his way.
But he did come up to me. He wasn’t shy at all, and he even smiled as he asked me to push him on a swing.
“Is your mom around?” I asked him, hesitating. It’s not that I didn’t want to be friendly, but I wasn’t sure about this. We live in the country, and I have no idea what the unwritten rules are for pushing a strange kid on a swing.
Read the rest in my latest column at CatholicMom.com, “Becoming “That” Mom.”